I'm covered in saliva so as not to be nervous that you are dumb
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Monday before work? |
Do not want? |
you can fuck off
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You can collect motherfuckers, but you can't buy relationships
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Do you want fame? |
But you immediately want to sleep (are you kidding?)
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In my window is not your yard, in my window I am looking for a meeting
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I woke up the day before yesterday, you woke up in the evening (what?)
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What the fuck is money? |
What the fuck is money?
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Everything that could drip for you was sacrificed to rent
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I know you're all fucking trendy
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But on a fucking Tuesday at 7:30 only brains are trending
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And the desire to earn, dumbass
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All the necessary numbers are in the tube
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In the tube you like the women,
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And I'm fucking fucked up to be in focus
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My life is a clip, but not in focus
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On Wednesday, I'm fucked up, but I'm in good shape
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At lunchtime I have a bonus
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Three at Balenciaga, five at Converse
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By the evening on the recording was in the club and was in the office
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What were you doing?
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On Monday you are drooling, on Tuesday you are fucked up
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None on Wednesday, exactly the same on Thursday
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On Friday you are in the trash, on Saturday, on Sunday you are in the waste
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I was stoned all the time, but I'm busy all the time
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While you are drooling
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Tuesday you're fucked up
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None on Wednesday, exactly the same on Thursday
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On Friday you are in the trash, on Saturday, on Sunday you are in the waste
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I was stoned all the time, but I'm busy all the time
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While you are drooling
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On Thursday, I am with Thursday - at seven hours on my feet
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Confused in new varieties, on Friday at airports
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On Saturday, still stoned and still in good shape
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Still stoned and still in good shape
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(Happy Thursday - at seven o'clock on the clock
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Confused in new varieties, on Friday at airports
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On Saturday, still stoned and still in the news
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It's still Saturday and still news)
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Tsatski shine brighter than the eyes, because they are so
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Lonely under the Gucci curtains
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Tsatski shine brighter than the eyes, because they are so
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Lonely under the Gucci curtains
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Under the Gucci curtains, mmm
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Mmm, under the Gucci curtains
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Tsatski shine brighter than the eyes, because they are so
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Lonely under the Gucci curtains
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Everything with you, through people's conversations
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Through supposedly plates
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In the backyard - give a fuck about star status
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Aha! |
In curtains on red eyes
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M! |
Kazakh thought for everyone
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Best years and family on the scales
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In the horizon, only rolls, loot and weights
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When I'm around, there's condensation on you
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I forgot myself: am I trash or am I a businessman?
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The parties all around are rattling, but I came not to hang out:
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I will eat your dreams instead of half a wheel
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I'll eat their wallets and then I'll throw them away
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Everything with you, through people's conversations
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I hate children, I don't like women's chatter
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Fuck their singing and fuck hip-hop
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When there is no time - for a sandwich
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Your sandwiches from 500 rolls
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On Wednesday I love it so much - you can go straight with you
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Fuck fakes, rentals, escorts
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Fuck despondency, sadness and delight
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No, everything is with you, through people's conversations
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Through people's conversations
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In the backyard - don't give a fuck about star status
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Wu! |
In curtains on red eyes
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Wu! |
Kazakh thought for everyone |