Hanging by the window, I catch another hapka and after that my ass catches a chair
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I was standing at the TV and I was so interested -
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Bright colors, happiness in the eyes. |
What kind of singer, Mom?
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And I'm already with a joint, and broke into this kingdom with ease
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As if not like everyone else, like the whole family
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Mom wants to talk, and I look at pictures from my childhood on the wall
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I make money by talking about myself, what the hell?
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Well, soon we will forget about debts and needs in tenge, finally
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Your fictional world is bespont
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In my childhood, it seemed to me that my Papa was a despot
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Weight under warm socks again flew to the port
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And there is not a drop do not hesitate to communicate closely
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I need a billboard, because I'm bigger than the League in its best years
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When there was a memorial service, Mom had a birth
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I remember how you laugh at me
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When we weren't as fashionable as Ipods
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Like this right here through the years
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I know I killed you - fall!
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I'm grabbing a couple of fat hacks
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I'm sipping snowflakes, Dad
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Garbage is looking for someone, and the sirens are screaming that someone will lie on the floor
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While I'm trying to catch that same smell from childhood
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I'm grabbing a couple of fat hacks
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I'm sipping snowflakes, Dad
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Garbage is looking for someone, and the sirens are screaming that someone will lie on the floor While I'm trying
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catch the same smell from childhood
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Someone is making noise, just about, and buttery is already sitting on the pipe,
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And I can’t let go of these shots so that there isn’t
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I'm just trying to catch up with that level of happiness and break away, Stupid,
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I throw worn-out desks on magnifying glass to calluses
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Day fast like Formula1
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Night, everyone goes home and I'm alone
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Scotch pours and smells of nicotine
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Just like when Papa left
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Away. From home. |
It was to them, to the bitches, as if he did not care that he had a Son
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Your daughter is not your own, but I loved and love her
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We are your children, we are dusting
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And dos scolds that I'm blue again
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Dos scolds me for being sloppy,
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And I'll just ask you to catch my cigs along the way
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And don't care that it's just smoky here and doesn't even smell of Hip-Hop
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One of the boys will again shout under my window: "Adika"
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Shiga will smoke in front of my face, and I will wildly want
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Orange sunset like nine, love like seventeen
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Don't hold a joint, but smile
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And inhale the new smell so quietly, slowly
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I'm grabbing a couple of fat hacks
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I'm sipping snowflakes, Dad
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Garbage is looking for someone, and the sirens are screaming that someone will lie on the floor
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While I'm trying to catch that same smell from childhood
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I'm grabbing a couple of fat hacks
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I'm sipping snowflakes, Dad
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Garbage is looking for someone, and the sirens are screaming that someone will lie on the floor While I'm trying
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catch the same smell from childhood |