Let's think about which one of them appreciates me?
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Who am I? |
The whole herd drives past me
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Keeps me away from exhibits full of make-up
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My head, and as always the screen hides me
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My business is that which concerns me personally here
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Someone, I know, is trying to bark parables at me
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The other part is trying to pour their speech on me
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I usually publicly changed this kind of game
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Let's talk, who traded me for a price tag?
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Who could have known that this herd would change me so?
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Give a hundred feet - I would not fade a meter from the perimeter
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The fucking machine, and that one had a detrimental effect
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They crushed me with ambition, a bull, and what else is there for me?
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Well, where can they shave me, honor not me?
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Their way of life did not accept free flight as a bird
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With the calculation of who came up. |
Split seconds. |
What's up there? |
primyal
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It will be hard for me, without a friend to me
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This is a service to me - on the contrary, to be your circle outside
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I didn’t keep my hands in shit, I didn’t wear ideas
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Almost five, probably behind the back of the bitches, as if not on the back of the head
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Beast, go any way you like
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Quietly muddied the moves there and ran into the forks
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Smoke took out all the tinsel
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Don't come near, boy, I know where you came from
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Don't pull - I don't smoke, the fume said what you need
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Bees at home, didn’t call for honey,
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But I would have considered my brother if I left the hut
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Fuck off, it's not wrinkled yet. |
Who did you bring? |
Under-d-date
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It makes me so
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Although the fate of these people does not concern me
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What is the voice on the side - for or against me
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My team is growing, at night, po-po-po-full of charge,
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But it spawned the area and all sorts of goblin
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And my crazy city of coal is crazy about rap
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I haven't heard so much shit in megacities
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The number 42 is simply too scary to call
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Even waste pasta on such people
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Allegedly they are advancing, we are already being crushed here almost
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Thousands of non-spontaneous associations and groups
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It stinks of carrion from them - f-f-fu
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So the meaning is not known and this is the end
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Elusive thought and this is the end
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Moroka should not be bred, peaceful, run to the bedchamber
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Don't jerk off my bath
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Head is about to go at the seams
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Clogged with these, those, the cauldron is boiling, there will be a scar
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Smoke hides me, I see you looming
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Here pure deer and nags opened their mouths
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Barely perceptible, but still a drunken overtone
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As if I were entering the house
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Change if you are a half-poker, tone
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Like these two bitches that work both with their mouths
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I'm set to wait like a tuning fork
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In the power not to upset, not to break the idyll
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Mixed up the number, you are the house
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Or did not notice that you retired - leaked
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We lived in silt, did not whine, did not howl, and we stomped across the fields for a mile
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Alive as long as the weather does not cut the mowing, we vehemently prayed for brooms
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And the horses muddied there to a minimum, we were aground and the mines were visible digging traps
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When they took a dick, understand who the boys are from
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So it was, did you see those types of cloisters, bits of bandits
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Come on, you are not fed by cops with clubs
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The faggots were bursting life, they stupidly made corpses for boxes
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They attacked, dripped on brains, take it for us, poked their kiva after
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So it was, yes, and it excites me
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Where the path was born, where he took it, what blew up the hall
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Smoke yes UFO, swipe, swipe
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I know it was worth stirring up |