| You can't tie these songs with a farewell ribbon
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| I'm leaving home but I promise to be at night
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| To join with her on that bitch bitochek
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| Bro give boiling water to make it warmer
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| What would pour from me like rain down the old alleys
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| The bro fried the loin, the wings will be ready
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| Today we are walking with us for the release of the album
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| So far, for now, we are not exactly oblomno to anyone
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| Before signing up for a pass, it's kind of legal
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| This is our fucking music zone
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| And the whiskey from the stage is already organized
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| Everything is as if drawn by actors in action,
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| And we are just loners who are together
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| All your dreams left in childhood
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| And we saved them and they are in these texts
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| And we don't need to tour
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| And these couple of whores at the table nearby
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| Like a rite of our blockade
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| Do not break these faggots with a gun
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| We swear in 2010
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| Everything is also a check and in a pomegranate pocket
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| Let everything annoy when Seryozha is on a T-shirt
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| Carries slobbery lyrics and all possible stories
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| Faith love and hope protect gently
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| There is a past and a future stay between
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| At the beginning of the album it's snowing outside the windows
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| At the end, one poplar fluff is snow-white
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| I was a champion M didn't win a pro
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| He did everything from the heart because I do not care for the benefit
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| This is the last song like the first time
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| This is a market, we are rap, not trance
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| It's a hat and bass
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| It's true and beat
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| We rap we are given the right to hack |