Arrange the roles
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Yes, I'm in business and everything is OKI
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Wild wolves on the beat
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Call it the music of pain
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homey baby
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Sit on top, not opposite
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Yes, I'm out of season in fashion
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I breathe out not a drug
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Arrange the roles
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Yes, I'm in business and everything is OKI
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Wild wolves on the beat
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Call it the music of pain
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homey baby
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Sit on top, not opposite
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Yes, we are out of season in fashion
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I breathe out not a drug
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Paris-Moscow, red eyes
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I realized everything, I want to die myself
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Gold dripping blood
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I talk to myself even in these texts
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Not sure if I need one of you
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I fucking wrote for myself
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Paris—Moscow
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Give me world peace
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Massage her breasts, train ticket to Busan
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I'm not talking about pussy, but what I need
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Right now in her panties
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The highest, the highest
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I repeated, I'm fucking in heaven
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I am the son of a legend, my father is the author
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Karate Kid
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Balabanov swag, I'm fucking dressed
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Bum millionaire, fashion fucking dead
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I love all little brothers
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Especially the fact that they are not
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Fatboy smokes dop in the area
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Glory is a hermit-villain
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Control is just an illusion, bro
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Death will stop us all
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Arrange the roles
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Yes, I'm in business and everything is OKI
|
Wild wolves on the beat
|
Call it the music of pain
|
homey baby
|
Sit on top, not opposite
|
Yes, we are out of season in fashion
|
I breathe out not a drug
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Moscow rain and snow
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If you lali - I smoke until dawn
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Gave her bream, like I'm Emelianenko,
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But I'm not Fedor, I'm Alexander, damn
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Orange juice, blood and ashes
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I'm in a room, but not on this planet
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Fucking apart from the pain inside
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My spiritual path is a lil trip
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All my exs look top
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The most beautiful sat on the face
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Windows are boarded up in my house
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Rain of money - they get wet again
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I smoke at night alone in Moscow
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Red eye, like the Russian Railways logo
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I only have one ticket to Paris
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I will see the light through the bars
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I rap under my own name
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I don't have to seem like some fucking
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Not sure if you exist
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I'm standing smoking johnny in the street
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It's all the wonders of the subconscious
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You didn't know me, but you will know
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City of God - Moscow - white stone
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I lit a scythe - Notre Dame in flames
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I don't feel my legs anymore
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I don't know what pain means
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I am high as the Lord
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(And me) how God feels
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(Exactly) this is love
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But I don't need anyone
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Blow that background, blow that background
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After all, the wolf is alone in life
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Arrange the roles
|
Yes, I'm in business and everything is OKI
|
Wild wolves on the beat
|
Call it the music of pain
|
homey baby
|
Sit on top, not opposite
|
Yes, we are out of season in fashion
|
I breathe out not a drug
|
Arrange the roles
|
Yes, I'm in business and everything is OKI
|
Wild wolves on the beat
|
Call it the music of pain
|
homey baby
|
Sit on top, not opposite
|
Yes, we are out of season in fashion
|
I breathe out not a drug |