I say to poverty: "Goodbye!"
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I say troubles to everyone: "Farewell!"
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I say to torn sneakers: "Goodbye!"
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I say to the former virgins: "Goodbye!"
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And I'm cheerful again, like a toastmaster
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I'm going to cities again with concerts
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My songs are like bullets to the heads
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After all, my flow is an automatic machine
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Nobody believed in me, like, I'll be nobody
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They drove me from work with a kick, they said: “There are no places”
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Like Louis Vuitton was dressed in the market
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For myself was King Kong, for others - Grivet
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McDonald's, at the checkout, ten pieces a month
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At the club kneading at night, ten by ten
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At the end of the desk, I wrote thousands of texts
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Tried, tried, but to no avail, damn it!
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Mama said, "Get a job"
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Mom, I'm sorry, your son is an idiot
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In vain I put my brains on the shelf
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I got rich a long time ago if I was a nerd
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They asked what heights I would reach
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I immediately answered: “I want to be a star!”
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The director calls me worthless
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After listening to him, I dropped out of school
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And I'm cheerful again, like a toastmaster
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I'm going to cities again with concerts
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My songs are like bullets to the heads
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After all, my flow is an automatic machine
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Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta!
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And I'm cheerful again, like a toastmaster
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I'm going to cities again with concerts
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My songs are like bullets to the heads
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After all, my flow is an automatic machine
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Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta!
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Twenty-zero-nine - the first promo
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The first bitches like my photo
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Twenty-Eleven - with the first album
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The first concert is a penny, fuck it!
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I won't cry for you anymore
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My brothers and I are here to the end
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Standing original, fuck counterfeit
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We dance on the bones - ram-pam-pam!
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(Vroom-vroom!)
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My Japanese carries me
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I became a superhero
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I swam across the sea of pain
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I'm having fun, fuck snot with love
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Chanel drags from the bitch
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I'm not a dancer, but I love dancing in bed
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I shared my pants with my brother - this is in the past
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Jevanshi perfume, now "Hello, luxury!"
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I cry for everyone again - the magic of numbers
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I don't give a fuck about everything - my mother is proud of me
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The director asks to let her daughter on the lists
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After the concert, painting on my daughter's boobs
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I say to poverty: "Goodbye!"
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I say troubles to everyone: "Farewell!"
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I say to torn sneakers: "Goodbye!"
|
I say to the former virgins: "Goodbye!"
|
And I'm cheerful again, like a toastmaster
|
I'm going to cities again with concerts
|
My songs are like bullets to the heads
|
After all, my flow is an automatic machine
|
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta!
|
And I'm cheerful again, like a toastmaster
|
I'm going to cities again with concerts
|
My songs are like bullets to the heads
|
After all, my flow is an automatic machine
|
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta!
|
I say to poverty: "Goodbye!"
|
I say troubles to everyone: "Farewell!"
|
I say to torn sneakers: "Goodbye!"
|
I say to the former virgins: "Goodbye!"
|
And I'm cheerful again, like a toastmaster
|
I'm going to cities again with concerts
|
My songs are like bullets to the heads
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After all, my flow is an automatic machine |