This is real trap shit
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White Chuvashia, damn
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Mysticism of square walls, to be hostages of sound
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Physics of bed scenes, don't come in without knocking
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Whirlwinds of Musor sirens, middle finger to bitches
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Hundreds of rumors, the navigator shows movement
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Where everyone is gone with the wind, the taboo is vetoed
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And before dawn, bass for thousands of kilometers
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Where all problems will be erased into powder by billions of minutes
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Censorship goes to hell, you won't be noticed even here
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No need to be held responsible for rabies - it's natural
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Progress was hammered into the grave by departed humanity
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Motes of magic and hell, Marilyn was right
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"Don't follow the rules: they will swell your head"
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And a new chapter. |
Probably we were introduced holivar
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And it's too late to call an ambulance, let's put all the fat
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Where the curve led, leave the globe
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Not a shish in the pockets in the morning, but there is a fire in the soul
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And we are just retribution for the madness of our fathers
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Fashionable style, here the fish throw caviar on the face
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Roll your lips back, take "Afobazol"
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And before going to bed, understand that you are not an indicator of samples
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For us. |
Throwing aside sleep, the night watch is buzzing
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And a stray laser cuts the mess obliquely
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The wave is strong, like the rage of the Sith, it blows them into a singularity
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Where we keep destroying what's left of us
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And you will fly off the balcony to this SharOn track
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Tons of trap and trash, looks to nowhere
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And you fly from the balcony to this SharOn track
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Your crown is flying and here's your pussy
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And you will fly off the balcony to this SharOn track
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Tons of trap and trash, looks to nowhere
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And you fly from the balcony to this SharOn track
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Your crown is flying and here's your pussy
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And you will fly off the balcony to this SharOn track
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Tons of trap and trash, looks to nowhere
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And you fly from the balcony to this SharOn track
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Your crown is flying and here's your pussy
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And you will fly off the balcony to this SharOn track
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Tons of trap and trash, looks to nowhere
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And you will fly off the balcony to this SharOn track
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Your crown flies ra-ra-ra-ra-ra |