I put myself there, joy, love and pain
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And I remember these faces - everyone plays a role,
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And I slapped her in the face, saying: "I need more, bitch"
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I calculated everything
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I took life - pay the bills
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So that everything is like today, did not sleep yesterday
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And "0 to 100" read like Our Father
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Everything is like in a dream
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Remember clash? |
(it was grime in Moscow)
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Everyone wanted the same, but their grime is on the move
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And the text on the toilet grime scrap
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It's all right, oh God, give me my check
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Went to MTV, well, why?
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It's not about a dream, and I'm grateful
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But all shows are like a sound check for me
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Got an incentive
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I have a target (no knives in my back)
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They were planted, they are powerless
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I open my eyes, I see that symbol
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They see my portrait
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Bastards imitate, they won't get bored
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Suck my phrases like caramel
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I would name names, but I'm really too lazy
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Here day after day, like a time-lapse
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My product in stores (I'm not a seller)
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I need these tutus (I'm not talking about ballet)
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And take our capsule, don't get sick
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Part II: Mask
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The truth is not needed by the masses
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They play like this: the whole soul is in colors
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And I became the same, here like cheese in butter
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In order not to be different, you need a mask
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incognito mode,
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But you are nobody, kid, and what is the result
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Virtual world - there is no blood, no pain
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And grow yourself curiosities for bitcoin
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Connecting with me is private access
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You searched on sites where happiness roams
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Became a frequent guest on my page
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I'm with you until the morning and not an hour more
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Do I only think about myself? |
You are not right
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Well, okay, it's true, and I didn't hide
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I have something, but it's not for you
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(Double Tap) All feelings in a nutshell
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Just myself in mp3, no more
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Everything is as it should be, and don't be afraid
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Relax, it's all just a game
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And I put on a mask, but in fact the same
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I put on a mask, but in fact the same
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Put on a mask, but in fact the same |