| Now it seems to be summer, but soon it will be autumn
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| Maybe life will roll on the asphalt like a bulldozer,
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| But don't be afraid and turn on funny songs
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| After all, this world is small and we are in the same batch
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| People often enrage, take 5 and 10
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| A friend drove off at the entrance, hitting these rails
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| I'm not afraid of death, I fucked it up
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| And maybe the devils will roast me on a spit
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| On the behe in the M-package they can fly,
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| And they may end up in a ditch and not fuck anymore
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| Do you have something? |
| Don't get into this shit
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| Although so smart all over, but your personal number is 6
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| There's a buzz tin and sex, often bespontovy cupcake
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| Your first love gives someone for a Lexus
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| Majors mow down under the lads and a lot of non-locals
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| Spinning like a record on a Vestax turntable
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| Like at the edge of the forest my gray area
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| My strange childhood, stupidity in childhood
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| More rap and Smokescreen, "Kitchen Recipes", "In the District"
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| "Floors" breathe naturally
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| Sharpening became known, there were more questions
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| They hung over the abyss, but there is confidence in the voice
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| You soiled the tip of your nose in a white stripe
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| Be careful in the photo, because your bro has already sat down
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| Be careful, in this country, fucking is possible
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| Be careful under the round ones with Gosha when you fuck
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| Hearts turned out good
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| Right now, let's light it up, put on a spacesuit or put on a hood
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| And it will be good. |
| And who decides what here?
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| Do you want to present something? |
| Get away, don't interfere
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| Don't bother me breathing, morons have been born
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| I would put you out of Kalash, but they are not allowed here
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| Simachev's T-shirts and Dsquared sweatpants
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| On weekends, a fucking herd in trendy places
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| Your sister is already drinking butyrate. |
| Do you like tea?
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| Bro, what are you under? |
| Take care of your kidneys and liver
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| It doesn't matter CAO or ZM, someone will come to replace
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| Having risen on the stage, he will be just as sure
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| When the jaw goes numb, in the eyes of people
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| There will be love for you, and you will grind for the truth at the bottom
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| After all, they believe in a miracle, even if the miracle is in feathers.
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| This is not a 3rd swing, but it matters
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| Turn up the bass in the car, there are reasons for everything
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| Not well-read now, dark glasses from the sun
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| And I don't know when the new album
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| Right now I'm in shorts at the computer, there is a district outside the window with me at the same time
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| Catch the fit, you can be removed like a skating rink
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| Enter the head with a live cartridge! |
| Ayo kamon
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| Thoughts are weightless, vast expanses in Russia
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| Age-old crowns, and bottomless lakes,
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| And here we are simply moving until we are exhausted
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| Close with loved ones, look out of the chair did not fall out
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| (Look, do not fall out, e!)
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| Here focusing: a crescent or a cross on the chest -
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| There are animals and people among those and those
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| I don't know who will be next: Medvedev or Putin -
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| Someone has to leave, don't miss the point |