I'm not tired, I don't get out of the game for days
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On the face of a rough rock, because my player is from Russia
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Look for me online on the maps of Ekb or Ufa
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I enter the password and login "Cobra - poisonous style"
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In these games I'm like 23 and I know how to score
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A quick goal to your gate, or to all of you dick
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There are so many talkatives in these games, they exceed the ping
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They thought they were making a movie about them
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Fires burn in my eyes
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And I should get a little excited
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Become one of the fucking pack
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And set fire to your children's rap to the ground
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I fly into your mobiles
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To trouble, literally count to a hundred
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Sending bits to the grave
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Burning your days in how hige mode
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I need sheets, a lot of dough
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And hundreds of ways to get them
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Hundreds of reasons to spend
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While all the dogs are behind "blah blah"
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I am without a sword on these streets,
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But in my heart and the spirit of the samurai
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I burn out, fluttering in sounds
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Without getting out from birth to paradise
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I don't get out of the game for days
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I don't get out of the game
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I don’t get out of the game for days
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I don't get out for days, days
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Days, days
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I don't get out of the game for days
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I don't get out of the game
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I don't get out of the game
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I don't get out of the game
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I don't get out of the game
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I don't get out of the game |