Take me home
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Take me home
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Take me home
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Take me home
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A day in a car, ah, but today I will be full
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I'll grab it for change, guaranteeing a smile
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Among the hustle and bustle, a gold digger is aiming
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Popo is saving up cash to take his family to Cyprus, but I won't even give you this
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hryvnia, I drag everything to the base in a dusty red Mazda
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Cartel is not lying, Cartel is rich, but not loot, fragrant garden
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Honest brooks, firs feed their ass
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But this is not for long, I understand, shaking the hall
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White as a walker, this stuff blushes me
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Hit it lightly, ay, puff, puff
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Rubbish in the kitchen again, my head is spinning
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Then get drunk, hang out again give repak
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All paths lead to the base, homie
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This is such a hidden traffic, understand?
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Under the sky our corridors
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And we carry mountains, but not coca, homie
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Wow, this is not just homie
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Too many questions, homeboy
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So much smoke, I don't remember anything, but it's a fact
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We're going to the base, homie
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Step by step, along our paths
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Don't buy a seat, don't sell an ass
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Go do business, squeeze juice
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And I myself am in shock, we drown better than many
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Yes, these gringo locos are with me
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Sometimes empty, but the cartel is close at hand
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The booth feeds us, we cut a little
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And to the base, fumbling, my legs are pulling me
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Take me home
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Take me home
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Take me home
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Take me home
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Ha, there are blizzards at the exit from Kyiv
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I walk where Gelik will soon be
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Sold the wardrobe to barely two weeks
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All the roads to the house, as if far away, did not sing (Ha, hey)
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I open doors
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With me only those who wanted to see (a, a, a)
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Empty containers, corpses on the bed
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I wouldn't trade it all for anything (ah, ah, ah)
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At the end of the day I trudge through the city
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An old car, but like Dora
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Circle, don't be hungry
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After all the traffic, I leave the E40 (E40)
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E40, E40, E40, take me home
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E40, E40, E40, I'm proud of my family
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I'm driving down Vasylkivska
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On the way to E40
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Patrol along the way
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Shoots me in the side (But somehow I don't give a fuck)
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Something wants to find
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But alas, no catch
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After all, I hid all the weight
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Somewhere under a horseshoe
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My squad doesn't want to get dirty, uh
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A pair of expensive sneakers
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Greed loves the rap game
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The greedy are dragged to the swamp
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Every young player
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Know what hunger is
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Each of us here is sick with something
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Everyone has their own pharmacologist |