I drink my Kazakhstan to the bottom
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To the bottom of your Kazakhstan
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And we should stop
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We need to stop
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We would like to catch up with a quickie
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Catch up on a quickie
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We drink our Kazakhstan to the bottom
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Instead of whiskey
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ok i know what's holding me back
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I have to justify someone's hopes
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It would seem to fuck everyone
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But would you know what you wanted from me my dad before
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I had to crawl out from the bottom
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Mom plows alone
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To collect 2012 for school
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You see the wide black stripes brother
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Who knows knows
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What was what was
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While in a half-full glass with ice, the sad time was forgotten
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I'm drunk with me go-go bitch
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A pile of rags flies in slow-mo
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The second glass flies to the floor
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I'm burnt in the trash among a bunch of types
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I drink my Kazakhstan to the bottom
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For everyone who is close I raise a glass
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Not to get drunk but to understand
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That all problems are just bullshit
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I drink my Kazakhstan to the bottom
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To the bottom of your Kazakhstan
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To the bottom of your Kazakhstan
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To the bottom of your Kazakhstan
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I drink my Kazakhstan to the bottom
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To the bottom of your Kazakhstan
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And we should stop
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We need to stop
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We would like to catch up with a quickie
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Catch up on a quickie
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We drink our Kazakhstan to the bottom
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Instead of whiskey
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My head is on my shoulders, only there is no diploma in my pocket
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I will achieve everything in life myself, let them not wait for me now at home
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My glass is neither empty nor full, the glass is neither empty nor full
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I drink to the bottom, I'm my Kazakhstan, my dreams are filled with cola
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These bitches beckon me so much, I don't even know who's next to me
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Promises that I did not keep, I will try to fulfill tomorrow
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Mom is offended - I didn’t pick up the phone, no one will find it, because I’m offline again
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We have a rendezvous with Kazakhstan, I drink it in one gulp - then I break the glass
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What I dreamed about will dissolve with ice, all plans will go away for later
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There are some chicks in your apartment, I remember them all in slow mo mode
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Who are they anyway? |
Dilute with more cola, for mom for dad
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for dreaming of being a football star and not working for your uncle!
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I drink my Kazakhstan to the bottom
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To the bottom of your Kazakhstan
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And we don't have to stop
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Don't have to stop
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I drink my Kazakhstan to the bottom
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To the bottom of your Kazakhstan
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And we don't need whiskey
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No whiskey needed |