| I'm still the same type
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| I'm still the same type
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| Nicotine, Nico-nicotine
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| Changed my movie
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| Stripe, polo stripe
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| thrown back
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| And I roll through these streets
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| Long as peregrine falcon
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| Aye, wassup
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| Ayo-aye, wassup
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| Salute these streets
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| I know they know me here
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| Even though my face is not there
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| On billboards, on billboards
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| Only sandwiches on the table
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| From maternity hospital to monitors
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| From Elista, you'll find out soon
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| old routes,
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| But with new people
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| You guess! |
| How to raise cartoons?
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| How to raise cartoons?
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| So I got up, lifted the lid
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| My baby got hooked
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| Finished a couple of letters
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| A couple of demos stuck in the cloud
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| There we are waiting for some problems,
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| But I believe our path is true
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| Above us only sunsets
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| It doesn't matter what the facts are
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| There we are waiting for some problems,
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| But I believe our path is true
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| Above us only sunsets
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| It doesn't matter what the facts are
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| What can they know
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| Only numbers, addresses
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| I twist to know
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| What am I made of
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| The first one was blown away by a fan
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| To fly higher
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| Fame, eyes, flashes
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| No, no, it's all redundant.
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| Aye, wassup
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| Ayo-aye, wassup
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| Salute these streets
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| Aye, wassup
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| Ayo-aye, wassup
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| Salute these streets
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| On billboards, on billboards-boards
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| My face is not
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| Aye, wassup
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| Ayo-aye, wassup
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| Aye, wassup
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| I'm still the same son
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| I'm still the same son
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| I was raised only by my mother
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| This is the essence of Russia
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| I didn't beat and didn't kill
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| Yes, I drank, I used to blow
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| 'Cause they make us a man
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| Only deeds, not only bullets
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| I lower the battle, relieve stress
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| A new place where there is no one
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| I am alone, zeros are hovering around
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| I am alone among the shark flock
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| What can they know
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| Only numbers, addresses
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| I twist to know
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| What am I made of
|
| The first one was blown away by a fan
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| To fly higher
|
| Fame, eyes, flashes
|
| No, no, it's all redundant.
|
| Aye, wassup
|
| Ayo-aye, wassup
|
| Salute these streets
|
| Aye, wassup
|
| Ayo-aye, wassup
|
| Salute these streets
|
| I know they know me here
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| Even though my face is not there
|
| Aye, wassup
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| Ayo-aye, wassup
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| Aye, wassup |