Give us a reason not to shoot, give us a reason not to shoot
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We will rise from the bottom, as if prescribed hesoyam
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There is no reason to stand here, there is no such distance
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Whatever we overcome, after all, hesoyam was prescribed again
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Give us a reason not to shoot, give us a reason not to shoot
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We will rise from the bottom, as if prescribed hesoyam
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There is no reason to stand here, there is no such distance
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Whatever we overcome, after all, hesoyam was prescribed again
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Our everyday life is a contest, continuous races for the press
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Whatever you throw in our direction, each of my associates is a special (Pro)
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We got out to take off, and everyone forgot the smell of oil
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Traffic shakes us every day, and the windows in the taxi are fogged up again
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Saint-P, Moscow, NV, cascade of events, whatever game - restart
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There is no superstar, each of us is a brother on an equal footing, this is the composition
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Work, time, money; |
we carry only ideas with us
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Don't sleep! |
After all, we need to do so much so that luck does not leave the squad in an instant
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I know what you were thinking: that clubs, tours - everything is stupid
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That fate plays for the wrong team; |
you always catch a stupor from hopelessness, |
And how many such mediocre MCs rolled their lips in an instant?
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To be seen, to be noticed, do you need to donate a ruble?
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This is not how it works, my pale friend, stay in duplicate
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After all, it wasn’t from a good life in the yards that we used teeth
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This is how to this day we multiply the amounts in our accounts
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This is how we bring the best day closer, we postpone the judgment day
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Give us a reason not to shoot, give us a reason not to shoot
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We will rise from the bottom, as if prescribed hesoyam
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There is no reason to stand here, there is no such distance
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Whatever we overcome, after all, hesoyam was prescribed again
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Give us a reason not to shoot, give us a reason not to shoot
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We will rise from the bottom, as if prescribed hesoyam
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There is no reason to stand here, there is no such distance
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Whatever we overcome, after all, hesoyam was prescribed again
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The wheels extinguish me, with the look of a teenager, slush on the stars
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A joint or a Horse looms at the nose, a brother-in-law and a bastard, a brat and a child
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Charge for the sake of anger, family for the sake of conscience
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Fuck if you're hungry, shoot if you're young
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Don't interrupt me, bastard, don't run across if it's scary, don't bend if you're crying |
It's music that makes you sick, that's why I started
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I will be until melted, until they kick me out or the sky says that maybe it's time
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You godless ram, but you can yell at me, so, uncle, cut the distortion to the fuck!
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And look into my eyes, there is nothing to breathe, quarantine in the barracks
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How can I keep my passion? |
Panic attacks, the dispenser is on fire
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It’s hard for me to talk about the truth with you: only the doctors of the ward understand my thoughts
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There are always executioners, gruels, but I want to at least live until tomorrow, okay?!
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I quarreled with God, four frustrations and panic
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Entering this heat, I leave my conscience in the dressing room
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Which way and where to stomp you will be indicated by my wrinkles in the fucker
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Eh, well, everything seems to be correct
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Give us a reason not to shoot, give us a reason not to shoot
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We will rise from the bottom, as if prescribed hesoyam
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There is no reason to stand here, there is no such distance
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Whatever we overcome, after all, hesoyam was prescribed again
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Give us a reason not to shoot, give us a reason not to shoot
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We will rise from the bottom, as if prescribed hesoyam
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There is no reason to stand here, there is no such distance |