| Salute to you, funny bandit
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| Salute from the outskirts, from Dee
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| What did you forget here? |
| Soapy all over
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| I see the dusty town is not kind to the one who is alone
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| I recognized you right away, brother. |
| How are you?
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| You, with all my might, would climb less in these places
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| We don’t have a district order here
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| Take away your green tie, come on
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| I know that the nose is long, poke you wait
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| Cudgel people can break, not pay
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| Look at their parties on the stalls, boots on their feet
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| For this, you are definitely short for a wolf
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| And this hail is not flowery at all
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| It's the ghetto, brother! |
| Find for sure there is a maza only poppy
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| And without knocking, something forever to score in pubs
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| So as not to be bored, Mr. blue hat
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| The message of the dogs of liberty
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| There is no heart, there is the call of nature
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| You are not here for the bottom of the pack, know, my pay guy
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| You see in vain the edge, like paradise
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| Moms are fucked here and there in the corners
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| Under the beat, fingers bang "Blam!"
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| If you meet these later
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| You will understand that roosters are not born
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| Our not your babies
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| As if with a beaten ass in a train they always jump on a bump
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| They jump, throwing a satchel into the corner
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| With the Jaguar, bodies fuck normality in the form of scarecrow drunkards
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| I myself do not enter here until the end
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| You will be completely kaput, even though I respect you, kid
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| Fly away, friend, leave this demonic temple
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| Leave it to us
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| Don't come in here... Don't!
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| There's trouble here... It's true
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| The news is not the same...
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| And they give a cross for this
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| Don't come in here... Don't!
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| There's trouble here... It's true
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| The news is not the same...
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| And they give a cross for this
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| You're probably right, I didn't go there
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| Your bad temper will not be able to give me love here along the way
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| A storehouse of muddy delights
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| It is easy even in summer to take this shamanic snow here, and it is difficult to sleep
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| I've already run into two-penny tricks
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| Bruises torn canary pants
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| The cops were holding on to their bellies in the department so rusty
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| When he said: "I'm dry." |
| What did you want to squeeze out?
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| This is not mine - you hit the mark
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| I was looking for flowers here and disappeared
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| I wanted to give bouquets to your girls
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| After all, their everyday life is so boring. |
| "They don't need them"
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| Already understood! |
| In the minds, after all, there are only statuses and a forest of abuse
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| Degrees yes sex in the bath
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| It's these drunk ladies who will give birth?
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| Well, what is it, tell me? |
| Is this, is this life?
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| And you won't meet death on our streets,
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| And here there are only those killed, several times a day
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| I miss all my shorties
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| But the ship is ready and I'll be higher soon
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| I got here quite recently the other day
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| And something has already changed inside me
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| I'm leaving without a moment's delay
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| My name is Dunno, and I don't want to know your world
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| You don't come here...
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| Here is the trouble...
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| The news is not the same...
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| You don't come here...
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| Here is the trouble...
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| The news is not the same...
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| And they give a cross for this |