Tell me what is hype for you?
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A couple bitches in a Porsche? |
Fucking number?
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A million followers or more?
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Warm house, near the bosses? |
Nice burn?
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A spicy variety and the hottest coffee in the morning?
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After all, this is all that you wanted to see in your dreams
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Know boy I don't like it (I don't like it!)
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That's all I'll give if I'm on my own
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After all, we don't sweat it, we don't like it!
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I grew up where the cold breathes right into my back
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In the morning I pray that each of my brothers be healthy
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Even for those between whom the wire broke
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I remember the sun, I see clouds, there is hunger inside
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You want hype, because this is a buzzword,
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But I fucked your laws - believe me, I don't give a fuck who you are
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I will smile and you will understand, fuck off I answered
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I breathed on the sly; |
screamed at me that I want to be closer
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I looked from afar at this life that you call raspberries,
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But these berries are dangerous: they are wolf-like, they do not contain vitamins
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Call it what you want, but I'll get out
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Tell me what is hype for you?
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A pair of tattoos on the skin? |
A seat in a noisy box?
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You are at the sight of all these cats, but they are mongrels
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You are between two zeros
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And I'm unlikely to do something according to the program
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During the day - in camera lenses, at night - at the sight of bright bitches
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I'm at the limit of my strength, she gives - I won't take
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I'm all wrinkled, again in the mud, but for her I'm an emerald
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And she wants to be close for at least five minutes (ha)
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And I don't like it, we don't like it!
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There are stains on the jacket, but they are all washed off
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Your hype-hype-hype won't stay on it
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And all your hype hype hype will be lost
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I breathed on the sly; |
screamed at me that I want to be closer
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I looked from afar at this life that you call raspberries,
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But these berries are dangerous: they are wolf-like, they do not contain vitamins
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Call it what you want, but I'll get out
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I breathed on the sly
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I looked from afar at this life that you call raspberries,
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But these berries are dangerous: these berries are wolf
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They have no wine, they have no wine
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Call it what you want, but I'll get out
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Call it what you want, but I'll get out
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Call it what you want, but I'll get out
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I will go out, I will go out |