I so want to finish everything, my hands are shaking from sales
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Currency asks us to continue seducing secretaries
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Only yesterday seven people died, but I don't know if it's my fault
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They ask for more, even when inadequate
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If in business - fuck you, well, only from retail to wholesale,
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And from wholesale to smuggling - to build networks for resorts
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And somewhere another Penelope will wink
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And how to stop here? |
This is the engine of hip hop
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One hut for plants, and the other as a warehouse
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In the hut where I pack today - they will satisfy me
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Then I'll take the bus at least for my balance
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For the devils to fall into cognitive dissonance again
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Yesterday I chose laminate and furniture for the room
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Blocking on cards - hackers stole gold
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148 thousand, of which 42 percent
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My share for playing as a sales agent
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So all three days down the drain, even though he worked like an iron
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Ironing options to take some haute couture
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This cash is backed by a gold supply of drugs
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And I curse the day I first sold weed
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Life is a meaningless joke, only it's not a hoax
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Everyone who says otherwise wants to take our cash. |
I ask you one thing, judge: give me not much time
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For everything else in this life, in general, fuck me
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If God is with us, then God
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Durag, I threw away my backpack, and now I no longer plug
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And Golden Kolyma awaited all of us
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In this Farm - I'm a healer, this is my role
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I am a healer in this farm
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The district was sitting on a butor
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Everyone knows that I am a doctor
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Dick showed pharmacies
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And now everything will be delicious
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'Cause I fuck with art
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In this farm I am a healer
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All pharmacies go to hell
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I am a healer in this farm
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The district was sitting on a butor
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Everyone knows that I am a doctor
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Dick showed pharmacies
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And now everything will be delicious
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'Cause I fuck with art
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In this farm I am a healer
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All pharmacies go to hell
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What are you doing to me there for a difficult life?
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Here in the next cell, the guys are in danger of hearing loss
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After all, they were fucked by five garbage with dogs
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I only dream about how to kill myself with opiates
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Why are you fucking me for a hard life?
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I haven't even fucked an old whore for a year
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Why are you suffering for Marinka and Lenka?
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For the two hundredth time, bedbugs bite my knees
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Why are you fucking me for your heavy hustle? |
Our lights have been cut off and we are setting fire to the oil
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So that mom knows that the cops didn't kill you
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Pieces of wood are carried here by stage through assholes
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What are you doing to me for a bad working day?
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Here's my bad work day ended badly
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You will be paid less, and your laziness
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Boys in military uniforms scare me with Kalash
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You know this is SOBR, come on, fuck me
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I don't know, are these tears of those who are waiting for us or showers?
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Come on tell me what lawlessness is today
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I sleep in down jacket socks and a hooded hat
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You overwrite me, your bitch is cheating
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Do you want to turf you so that you get even with her?
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I'm wearing state-owned cabbage soup, I'm wearing a fez, yes, I'm a prisoner
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Better send a chocolate snack in the package!
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If God is with us, then God
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Durag, I threw away my backpack, and now I no longer plug
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And Golden Kolyma awaited all of us
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In this Farm - I'm a healer, this is my role
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I am a healer in this farm
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The district was sitting on a butor
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Everyone knows that I am a doctor
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Dick showed pharmacies
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And now everything will be delicious
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'Cause I fuck with art
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In this farm I am a healer
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All pharmacies go to hell |
I am a healer in this farm
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The district was sitting on a butor
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Everyone knows that I am a doctor
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Dick showed pharmacies
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And now everything will be delicious
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'Cause I fuck with art
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In this farm I am a healer
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All pharmacies go to hell |