Money, drugs, bitches and troubles
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Brother covers my ass every day
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And bitches dream of the night, but fuck
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They pull the tabs, the world is a holiday
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Money, bitches, stop cars. |
Do you believe in this nonsense?!
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Know 0629 and my reason for doing this rap
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I'm simple and I don't give a fuck about your faceless pathos
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We are from those streets where everyone knows what the truth is behind us
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What the hell, new snapback, black array fuck your swag
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I'm not alone, the beast is with me, the frenzied style is even blacker
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I go with him, my every track. |
You see my world is the bottom, your world is fake
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Dancing on ice, Mr. Mistay, my every dream is my every day
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Every new rapper in the head eczema zombies are basically blown
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Red rivers are written, remember the city will direct where the snakes and crows
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I fall into the city, a trembling sunset, wax windows flow into asphalt
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Here it is hip-hop you have been waiting for it for a long time, yes it is, angry crowd
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Chorus:
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Jump higher than the wall so you don't fucking go crazy
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Fuck the choruses just jump above the ceiling
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All your problems, but forget them, it's complete rubbish
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Jump above the wall, just jump above the ceiling
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Jump higher than the wall so you don't fucking go crazy
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Fuck the choruses just jump above the ceiling
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All your problems, but forget them, it's complete rubbish
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Jump above the wall, just jump above the ceiling
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Jump higher than the wall so you don't fucking go crazy
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Fuck the choruses just jump above the ceiling
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All your problems, but forget them, it's complete rubbish
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Jump above the wall, just jump above the ceiling
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Text author: Sergey Maklakov.
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Mixing and mastering: Grammophon.
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April 15, 2019. |