I will be on these scales to the end
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Heaven is on my collarbone, and I wrote it there with my lips
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Bruises from kisses knit lips,
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But I'm weak before this
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I am weak and I feel fear
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And I'm higher than the blue sky
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And I touch with my teeth a place where no one has been
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Where it's easy to do this and do it again and do it again
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I breathe you, do your thing
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I don't know how I'm melting like that, a mess in the head
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Pile of shit in this pot
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And there is nothing more important
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Let me try to reach the towers
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And put a flag there from the remains of shirts, clothes on me, well, fuck her
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Shoulders so beckon a drug addict, but I need more
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I play with your skin on the body with my lips
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Give me one last puff, more, we are so vulgar
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I press you hard all the way to the end
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To the end and to the shiver
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I feel blood under my skin
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And your legs also play a role
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I must confess to them - I am a lover of this naked pain
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And my shawty pours a bubble bath
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Sorry, but I'm not the first
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I will love the body with my ears, but it is important for me to touch it
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I'm ready to do it with my eyes
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Yeah, I'm hanging with that bitch again
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She breaks the waves in this bathroom and crawls towards me, uh
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But what the fuck is she to me?
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My shawty well done, but today we are without it
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There is fire and fire in our bathroom, but I'm not rummaging for this
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What does she want from me? |
On this dirt floor
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Give me silence, bitch, it's not enough for me, it's not enough for me
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And what does she want from me, man, I really don't understand,
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But I won't go back
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What does she want from me?!
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At the top of events and when I finish, they will be flooded
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I'm not going to tediously drive my cunt with my palm
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Your games suck, but my dick is so long, god
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You always come up and never turn on OK Si again.
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Si, signora... You haven't excited me for so many years, shame on you
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I had a hard time, because I jerked off on my face - Kolya Baskov!
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Tearing parallel to the knots of the ring - pop rap
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Basketball, Street rave flow!
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Cheap wine, train stations, chocks, dry beechpack
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blowjob under tori first sex like coke
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Quickly sucked in to give her mouth
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Everyone will kiss the belt of the Mother of God - it's a queue!
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They still don't know who was in it in the ninth month before Christmas
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The aesthetics of her breasts were not very good, but I'm proud of my son
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My legend is on the cross by the body in your family
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"Less pizdul and not fucked!"
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The whole squad is on stage!
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They are a legion of blood and milk - concert - battlefields
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Wild slam, the reward for their loyalty is to pour water on fiery heads
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I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready to bring something new to their stones
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The future Rostov is what remains in the condoms of my people |