I'm sitting with a guitar in the passage, people pass by, oh, look, they threw something - what
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there? |
Piglet like...
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Damn, I've been playing for about an hour, only without mazy, there's never any sense - that's it
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chewing coins!
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Why the hell did I go from my ghetto to the center? |
I thought to earn dehu, but not to do it here
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Now, if I had a beha or a Mercedes, it would be cool - cooler with a wheelbarrow
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much more than without.
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Riding the subway is stressful, especially during rush hour, then a man will crush his leg,
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then the aunt will be angry.
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And if you are killed, you shouldn’t go down there at all, there is even the best mood
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covered with pi ** oh ...
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It’s another thing to cut through the highway in a car, wondering how much the world is beyond the windshield.
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glass is beautiful.
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Foot on the gas, everyone who is sitting in the cabin is in ecstasy, after a couple of attacks, in short,
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you understand, brother!
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Chorus:
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I need a gelding - I'm sure, well, not a gelding, so boomer, at least!
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I need a gelding - I'm sure, well, not a gelding, so boomer, at least!
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Here comes the second hour. |
I'm in the same passage, chicks walk nearby,
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like runway models.
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Is my guitar rap really good for nothing? |
Girl throw me change
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please! |
"Back off, free!"
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And if I drove up to this dude on a behe? |
I would already be sitting inside
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that would be fun...
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Good afternoon, comrade cop. |
Right now, one moment: here he is, I was sitting here,
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and now I'm not here.
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I didn’t stop business today, I’ll go home, on the way to my girlfriend I’ll stop by for lunch.
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So, how much did they give me here? |
Very cute. |
What kind of gelding is there, even for gasoline
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was not enough.
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This cop, motherfucker, ruined all my raspberries, but why? |
Yes, because
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no fucking car!
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It's okay, tomorrow I'll go to play in another place, they will donate lave to me there
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vehicle…
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Chorus:
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I need a gelding - I'm sure, well, not a gelding, so boomer, at least!
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I need a gelding - I'm sure, well, not a gelding, so boomer, at least!
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I’m riding an escalator, I’m standing on the right, some guy, accidentally hit me in the head with a bar
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guitar.
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“Hey, what are you, o ** l ?!” |
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I said, adjusting the cover,
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and got off the escalator.
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Then a creepy purse in a KiSh T-shirt came up to me and asked, “Little things don’t
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lend?"
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I will, of course! |
I'd give you my whole wallet if you'd only bitch
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wasn't that scary!
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Here I am on the way to the house. |
I see, at the entrance, someone's horse reflects the sun glare
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iron.
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I see my heifer is coming out, with some kind of pretzel with her - yes, I didn’t even think about
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like a happy ending -
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He opens the door for her, she gets into the car, clearly, goodbye, ** la,
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goodbye, bitch!
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I stood in ah **, watching the britzka, now I know even better,
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what do I need from life...
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Chorus:
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I need a gelding - I'm sure, well, not a gelding, so boomer, at least!
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I need a gelding - I'm sure, well, not a gelding, so boomer, at least!
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I need a gelding - I'm sure, well, not a gelding, so boomer, at least!
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I need a gelding - I'm sure, well, not a gelding, so boomer, at least! |