| It's so stuffy and cramped in this club
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| A couple of round dissolve together
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| Make way for the young, because we are here like on a marathon
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| The Eternal Diet to Stay Fit
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| We smoke a lot like glaucoma
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| I drink like I'm sure
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| There's an eternity ahead
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| Youth flies at full speed in the opposite direction
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| And the dawn flows into a new evening
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| My brother makes waves like it's an art form
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| I don't need an Uber to bring us back to our senses
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| We are not on the radar, no one knows where we are
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| It covers me so much, it seems that I'm dying
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| I repeat
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| Don't dial my numbers, I don't need you again
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| I don't need your numbers, because for me you are the second
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| A matter of chance, the former asked: "What are you striving for?"
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| And I answered: "For the better"
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| I need a wild baby like Chu I don't believe in friendship between a boy and a bitch
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| I'm not leaving until I've fucked everyone in this area
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| Twisted, set on fire, smoke in the ceiling, and gray ashes on the floor
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| Sunday
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| Let's throw money on the table again
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| For those who didn't believe
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| Yes, forget it, we'll pick it up later
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| On Monday
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| And again we are all about the same
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| Whole week
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| Threw gray ashes on the floor
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| Sunday
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| Let's throw money on the table again
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| For those who didn't believe
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| Yes, forget it, we'll pick it up later
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| On Monday
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| And again we are all about the same
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| Whole week
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| (Tomorrow everything is new)
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| They will fall on my city, we are in the canvases of smoke
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| We hugged tightly, like vodka with juice
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| We drank so much, you willingly got wet
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| He wrapped her wet curl around his finger
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| She's touchy, been proud for so long
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| I see in her eyes only a lonely cold
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| Beach has been waiting for so long, it's a good excuse
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| To refresh your soul, now you dance naked, so immodestly
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| Your boyfriend sucks, damn
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| He may return when I leave for MSC,
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| But for the next month, no options, that pussy is mine, boy
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| I'm back, yes, I'm at home
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| Used to walk these streets without a cent
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| Five minutes have passed and I'm drunk jumping around the stage
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| Give me half an hour to become a legend here
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| Time has passed, smoke in the ceiling, and gray ash on the floor
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| Let's throw money on the table again
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| Yes, forget it, we'll pick it up later
|
| And again we are all about the same
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| Threw gray ashes on the table
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| Sunday
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| Let's throw money on the table again
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| For those who didn't believe
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| Yes, forget it, we'll pick it up later
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| On Monday
|
| And again we are all about the same
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| Whole week
|
| Threw gray ashes on the floor
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| Let's throw money on the table again
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| Yes, forget it, we'll pick it up later
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| And again we are all about the same
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| (Tomorrow everything is new) |