Time doesn't lie, I need to always hurry
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To headlights from bright cars, against the background of knots from bright shop windows,
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Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! |
Farewell, old life!
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We won't be friends anymore, but -
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Time doesn't lie, I need to always hurry
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To headlights from bright cars, against the background of knots from bright shop windows,
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Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! |
Farewell, old life!
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We won't be friends anymore, but -
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Let's bet their music isn't worth the money.
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(Not worth the money!)
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I grew up in the area like no one else from the ghetto.
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Alas, poverty and poverty are so familiar to me,
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What a thousand miles.
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So fuck it, I'm growing up.
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I don't even remember the last time I was at home.
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When was the last time you were happy?
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Another flash will save me.
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We're in the smoke, baby, we're in the smoke
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Someone always hates us.
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Bitches write whatever they want.
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I put the photo in a row.
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Check out how she looks, bro!
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Wanna take lali lali lali la!
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You smell delicious, but not now!
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Time doesn't lie, I need to always hurry
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To headlights from bright cars, against the background of knots from bright shop windows,
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Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! |
Farewell, old life!
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We won't be friends anymore, but -
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Time doesn't lie, I need to always hurry
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To headlights from bright cars, against the background of knots from bright shop windows,
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Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! |
Farewell, old life!
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We won't be friends anymore, but -
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It's a pity, but you can't surprise us with a bag of weed.
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It's a pity, but my feelings are fucking mourning
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It's a pity that people fuck the brain like.
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It is a pity that there is not enough for a yellowish Lambo.
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Baby is silent in offense.
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Baby can't see me.
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I just want to make an album and write about what I see.
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I set fire to the white bell!
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Stele.
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Bitches write whatever they want.
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I put the photo in a row.
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Check out how she looks, bro!
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Wanna take lali lali lali la!
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You smell delicious, but not now!
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Time doesn't lie, I need to always hurry
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To headlights from bright cars, against the background of knots from bright shop windows,
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Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! |
Farewell, old life!
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We won't be friends anymore, but -
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Time doesn't lie, I need to always hurry
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To headlights from bright cars, against the background of knots from bright shop windows,
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Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! |
Farewell, old life!
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We won't be friends anymore, but... |