lil barik
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Fuck the people, fuck them all
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The chest is as empty as a wallet
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We are here like porridge in a pot
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Fuck the people, fuck them all
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The chest is as empty as a wallet
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Fuck people, fuck people
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Fuck the people, fuck them all (bitch)
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I don't sleep, I have a terrible dream, fuckers in it
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Forty-fifth charge straight to the skull brain
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In four walls, I'm closed, fuck you
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Depression in nature, mom, I'm not in business
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lil barik
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I was betrayed, I'm a devoted type
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The hangover wanted to kill me
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Suspended the type who goes out of rhythm
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No worries is a sucker, not my motive
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The neck is hanging, there is a silhouette on it
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Noodles on the ears, left a mark
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Dog, the crowd is not on a leash
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I cook and cook myself, I'm selfmade
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People swim in the river, people swim in shit
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Leaving this place, my head is in the dark
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Fermented hops, among drunken bodies
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Lonely tree hides under the shadow
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I beat from year to year a stronger coffin for myself
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I go through corpses, pain, blood and sweat
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lil barik
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Fuck the people, fuck them all
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The chest is as empty as a wallet
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We are here like porridge in a pot
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Fuck the people, fuck them all
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The chest is as empty as a wallet |
Fuck people, fuck people
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Fuck the people, fuck them all (bitch)
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I don't sleep, I have a terrible dream, fuckers in it
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Forty-fifth charge straight to the skull brain
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In four walls, I'm closed, fuck you
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Depression in nature, mom, I'm not in business
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glooMy
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From noir to paint, we use good stuff
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And you're high again, flying in your dreams
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Having scored on problems, you go with the flow,
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But remember one thing - your purpose
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Your life is not fucked up, your life is stopped
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No, this is not a pause, the life tape is broken
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You cannot quit everything, you must not fall behind
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From the cart that rushes all people to the casemate
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lil barik
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Fuck the people, fuck them all
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The chest is as empty as a wallet
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We are here like porridge in a pot
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Fuck the people, fuck them all
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The chest is as empty as a wallet
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Fuck people, fuck people
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Fuck the people, fuck them all (bitch)
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I don't sleep, I have a terrible dream, fuckers in it
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Forty-fifth charge straight to the skull brain
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In four walls, I'm closed, fuck you
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Depression in nature, mom, I'm not in business
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glooMy
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He created these torments
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I drove myself into a corner |
You will die of boredom yourself
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He killed his own son
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He himself killed his grandson
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He himself killed a friend in himself
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You will break, for sure
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You will die from an illness
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But it's not the dogs that will devour
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People will eat you... |