| Chorus:
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| I'm from a city where everyone knows everything!
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| Where everyone is shaking from the fact that someone will find something more in themselves.
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| And the fight for the pieces of the worthless last fire
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| Continues here day by day.
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| There is a drive to paradise, a buzz to the edge, player play, play-play!
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| Fly to the sky style! |
| Lower your intensity, Vasya.
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| Money is trash. |
| I'm making a bunch of music.
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| Where are my people? |
| All people! |
| Where are my people?
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| A beggar in soul, without crashing into parking sensors, will die of boredom.
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| I intend not to answer for my actions anymore.
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| The kid scratched around the edges and collected everything he had left,
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| But even so, it is a fact that you will be covered in cities!
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| I'm nuclear, like a button, feel it.
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| Price fuck **! |
| Your rules are like jokes to us.
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| There was a resonance, public society.
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| Look, I'm in remission, I've been circling fate like a whore for a long time.
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| I'm not friends with you, I'm not friends with your girlfriend.
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| I don't like this muzlo that you like to listen to.
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| We saw a sea of drugs, allegories are empty,
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| When friends, yards, sick leave ...
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| But, the strong should not be lucky. |
| I was born to endure the superfluous.
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| I personally can’t drag it out, even burn it through.
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| Life is something that we are unlikely to write about in the protocols.
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| Don't hold on to me - try, hold on!
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| Chorus:
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| I'm from a city where everyone knows everything!
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| Where everyone is shaking from the fact that someone will find something more in themselves.
|
| And the fight for the pieces of the worthless last fire
|
| Continues here day by day.
|
| There is a drive to paradise, a buzz to the edge, player play, play-play!
|
| Fly to the sky style! |
| Lower your intensity, Vasya.
|
| Money is trash. |
| I'm making a bunch of music.
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| Where are my people? |
| All people! |
| Where are my people?
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| Boy! |
| Wait, this one is so clean for you now, so that you can listen!
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| True, we put our personal souls into it.
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| She is 19, she is very modest on the outside,
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| But at night it's so hot to pamper yourself for dinner.
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| All this is inexplicable, just like a downpour in frost.
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| Yes, I like to do it louder, this is serious.
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| These frequencies in Hertz buzz on the brain.
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| Moscow is all in Mercedes, the girls indulge in coke.
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| Sometimes it blows the roof, you've heard about me...
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| And rap is like bread for a beggar, a bridge across all rivers.
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| The doctor is a thousand on the snout. |
| OBNON is looking for him,
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| So let's be quiet, he's serious about bracelets.
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| Chorus:
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| I'm from a city where everyone knows everything!
|
| Where everyone is shaking from the fact that someone will find something more in themselves.
|
| And the fight for the pieces of the worthless last fire
|
| Continues here day by day.
|
| There is a drive to paradise, a buzz to the edge, player play, play-play!
|
| Fly to the sky style! |
| Lower your intensity, Vasya.
|
| Money is trash. |
| I'm making a bunch of music.
|
| Where are my people? |
| All people! |
| Where are my people?
|
| There is a drive to paradise, a buzz to the edge ...
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| Kaif to the edge. |
| Kaif Style! |
| Lower your intensity, Vasya.
|
| Money is trash. |
| I'm making a bunch of music.
|
| Where are my people? |
| All people! |
| Where are my people? |