I know that happiness is not in grandmas, believe me
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After all, the horizon is enough for us
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The whole world is at your feet, but temporarily
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Tomorrow will bring everything back
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Where money rules, money, so be it
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But they can’t carry cash on the bones
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The whole world is at your feet, but temporarily:
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Tomorrow will bring everything back
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Today alcohol is my conditional method
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Close your eyes to everything, drink to the end
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And if life is sometimes like an evil teacher
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I walk everything
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And again I see the light melting
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You are amazing everyone knows
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The sea in your colors, evil net
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And the carousel whirled us
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I know that misfortune is in the money, believe me
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After all, the horizon is enough for us
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The whole world is at your feet, but temporarily
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Tomorrow will bring everything back
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Where money rules, money, so be it
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But they can’t carry cash on the bones
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The whole world is at your feet, but temporarily:
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Tomorrow everything will return back
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I, getting into dead ends, always invented a door
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While smarties - hundreds of versions, where did I go
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Disappeared, but abruptly return to you as a childhood friend
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I'm not going here to measure dick with Black Star
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Scribble from under the stick by a robot so as not to
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Rest and not sink into the maelstrom of crazy days
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This is rap, not a series of newsbreaks, chill and drive
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Deliberate hype is wackshit
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Man, I remember how we looked at London in the dark
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The whole crowd on the balcony. |
Everyone wanted to make a bomb
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Full of hope. |
Nine years later we're back on the beat
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The homicide department could not count the killed MCs
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But fame is fata morgana, money spoils anyone
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Girls - the mind chamber, the Chaldeans ask like a god
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I'm just trying not to go nuts and
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To heavenly Jerusalem find the way back
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I know that misfortune is in the money, believe me
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After all, the horizon is enough for us
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The whole world is at your feet, but temporarily
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Tomorrow will bring everything back
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Where money rules, money, so be it
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But they can’t carry cash on the bones
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The whole world is at your feet, but temporarily:
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Tomorrow will bring everything back
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One day everything will perish, wither, cool down
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Money is just a step, on the way up, and down - fly
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All I dreamed of was a mirage over the desert
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Grandmas to take and spend, to hell with them
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I understand that money is just a step
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But with them the day lasts longer than a century |