I'm really somewhere in between
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I'm not a fan of old school, I'm not a fan of fresh trends
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Not above and not below, known, unknown
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Schrödinger's hip-hop, and it's time for me to top
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But you go quieter - you will continue,
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And we write tracks - louder than the storm
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To get fucked up in a car, they made noise in the club
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And in the hall they raised their hands (a!)
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The alphabet said: "You need to fuck further, then everything will be"
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For someone, the recognition of people is so important, but for me it is more important to confess to people
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In their pens and pain
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Without drowning her in alcohol
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Inside there is a dead sea,
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But be patient, brother, you are a warrior
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It's all therapy for me, but
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After all, you understood it all too
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I read it live in your eyes
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And you can see something alive in them
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It's all for the stage, for the spotlights
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And we all boil in it, here the walls are saturated with demons
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Die, just make another encore for them
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I'll rip out my heart, then throw it down
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Crush it here - blood is now for ink
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Yelawolf - Johnny Cash - my soundtrack and example
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At my concerts there are a hundred like me,
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But they all scream louder than their fucking stadiums, bitch
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Moscow, fireworks, great!
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We're having fun now, but we'll pay for everything in the end
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And we are all just the walking dead
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We'll blow money out of thin air
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And we will never regret the hours spent
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Like it's the last time
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I go on stage every time, as if
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Last time
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I know that hiding from death is stupid
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This is a game,
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But catch me, try
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After all, I'm alive while the signal from the microphone is still alive
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(Ah!) I don't pretend to be somebody
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(E!) I go to the studio like I go to work
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No, I don't hang out Friday, Saturday
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So that under these tracks you can hang out after
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I haven't seen the sun for a couple of years
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All covered in soot, because I live in the depths of the well right at the bottom,
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But where are the real emotions, well, where?
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They are buried in the ground in a wooden box
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Yes, I'm always in the booth, that's my love
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I can't break this leash
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Just give me a command, because I'm ready
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I'm far from being an underdog, but an underdog
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Assholes don't care about a stray dog
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I will continue to write, I choose a demo
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Maybe that's my problem, by the way.
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No no
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Everything on your own
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I describe other people's lives in my own words
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We will pay in full anyway, what's the point of saving?
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After all, I'm only afraid of regrets about what could have been
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About what could be
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We're having fun now, but we'll pay for everything in the end
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And we are all just the walking dead
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We'll blow money out of thin air
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And we will never regret the hours spent
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Like it's the last time
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I go on stage every time, as if
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Last time
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I know that hiding from death is stupid
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This is a game,
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But catch me, try
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After all, I'm alive while the signal from the microphone is still alive
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Last time
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I go on stage every time, as if
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Last time
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I know that hiding from death is stupid
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This is a game,
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But catch me, try
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After all, I'm alive while the signal from the microphone is still alive |