Give more air to my Insterburg under the skin
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Everything pours out, as if yeast fell asleep
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Doping is like a warm-up, and your idol too
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Burn from Ozhegov alone like a sailor cat
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The kite snatches the prey, I scratch the letters
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I'm rough and without pitch, like a bent parabola
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Don't be afraid to get your little hands dirty, be afraid for your face
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Inside we are all black, with a demon on the ficher
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I built up my shell, in fact, I'm fine
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And throwing it off is not an option now, of course
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Like Dorian Gray all his life with a container on his heels
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I dig inside myself hard like a bitch in slippers
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Not a level, but a bump from my stones
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Your whole hat is tilted and tilted
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I am not for you, and certainly not bro, mob
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I am evening shit, and you are my personal worm
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Survived crazy like Jim Carrey
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We survived in the morning this is a next series
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2-3, 2-5, fly out the door
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Space shuttle, there's a peric
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Native coast as Pregolya
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Here, as one, everything is cool
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PDVL - hot boiler
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A spark in the chest of healthy pain
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Survived crazy like Jim Carrey
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We survived in the morning this is a next series
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2-3, 2-5, fly out the door
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Space shuttle, there's a peric
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Native coast as Pregolya
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Here, as one, everything is cool
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PDVL - hot boiler
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A spark in the chest of healthy pain
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Give me more air, my Insterburg is in my lungs
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Near Lithuania and Poland, the groove beat at the feet
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Excursion underground longer than life in the end
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Victoria Olsztyn, zaga, party, beer and smoked
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As you say, friend, you want to be needed here
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Caresses a bitch in lace, the mode of an owl is extinguished
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I can talk shit, but you will dig at dinner
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We trample your scent and teach something unnecessary
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Forbidden things cripple, but before legalization
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We break the birdhouse ourselves, and then repent
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A stone falls from the soul when I do good
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A fiery shield drips from the air conditioner onto the universe
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We hammer like Shaquille into your office from above
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Patched like a GTA, fell and the stars twerked
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On the shirt from Kangol, the marker smeared the tags
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What is hip hop to you, Deborah, here is Ebola, Tekken
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Survived crazy like Jim Carrey
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We survived in the morning this is a next series
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2-3, 2-5, fly out the door
|
Space shuttle, there's a peric
|
Native coast as Pregolya
|
Here, as one, everything is cool
|
PDVL - hot boiler
|
A spark in the chest of healthy pain
|
Survived crazy like Jim Carrey
|
We survived in the morning this is a next series
|
2-3, 2-5, fly out the door
|
Space shuttle, there's a peric
|
Native coast as Pregolya
|
Here, as one, everything is cool
|
PDVL - hot boiler
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A spark in the chest of healthy pain |