Where is the money for bread? |
Pipes are on fire again
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Kharya, as if for five years the poor fellow was boiled in a hellish cauldron
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Mother will fry cutlets, dad will eat tightly
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And immediately the door slams shut in the entrance - a toothless dog went into a brothel
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The drunken conductor will return somewhere in the morning
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He walks, yells like a fucking orc, now something will happen, his mother's fuck will crack in the kitchen
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(For example)
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He should oversleep or go straight to the dispensary
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Mother on hematomas, children in prostration, this is how we live in our federation
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God will not help, and the cross will not help
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Even though I wrote an antediluvian text
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So that your father recognizes himself in him,
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Well, show me who is the most yellow of all
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God will not help, and the cross will not help
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Even though I wrote an antediluvian text
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So that your father recognizes himself in him,
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Come on, show me who is the most yellow of all!
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Yellow father, stop drinking, drinking, stop drinking
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We want to eat and we want to sleep, well, how did you fuck everyone
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Yellow father, stop drinking, drinking, stop drinking
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We want to eat and we want to sleep, well, how did you fuck everyone
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Yellow father, stop drinking, drinking, stop drinking
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We want to eat and we want to sleep, well, how did you fuck everyone
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Yellow father, stop drinking, drinking, stop drinking
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We want to eat and we want to sleep, well, how did you fuck everyone
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Yau, legalize cannabis, my father is a fucking psycho
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I swear he will stop drinking and beating children, he will love us
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Legalize cannabis, though not an economist, but I know how you fucked a lot of money,
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And they could also buy us a pitchfork and villas and girls ships
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Well, in the meantime, I'll look for loot for snus and sticky fingers
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After all, my father drinks cologne, which I already stole
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We even have nowhere to go with our reputation
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Don't even try, the West is rotting, there is the Third World War, but for now we are living here (Ah!
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My hip-hap is cooler than Creed, debs, digs, tranny trap-shield
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Someone waving their mane, type beats, I'm stuffy from your clips
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My father and I are carbon paper, perpetual motion, jumping on body towers,
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But it's always blue, the liver is minus, dad, you're a beast
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Ah, I saw my father four times
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I saw him four times, he hit the meat four times!
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Drank four times, and all four times booze
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All four times, so all four times to death (Okay!)
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Refrigerator in colormet, necklace from my mother
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So at night you are here (Ah!)
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The most yellow in the family is a great example for my son
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This is the yellow father.
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Next, a neighbor will run after him
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To drink here for two weeks
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How far can you drink further, father?
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Come on, show me who's the yellowest (Okay! Okay!)
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Pope against God's words (After all)
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And slipped on yellow (So what?)
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Rock like Walter (DK!)
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Hey, how are things at work?
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Yellow father, stop drinking, drinking, stop drinking
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We want to eat and we want to sleep, well, how did you fuck everyone
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Yellow father, stop drinking, drinking, stop drinking
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We want to eat and we want to sleep, well, how did you fuck everyone
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Yellow father, stop drinking, drinking, stop drinking
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We want to eat and we want to sleep, well, how did you fuck everyone
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Yellow father, stop drinking, drinking, stop drinking
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We want to eat and we want to sleep, well, how did you fuck everyone |