We are often asked, consider that in every city,
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Where he draws inspiration without stepping into the world.
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How do you write all this sea of \u200b\u200bstories,
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So be it now, let's open the curtains of secrecy.
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When Saturn and Pluto are under the influence of Mars,
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We get wooden Larsen from the closet.
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And while the broth is raw for processing sheets,
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We will fold them in a cross by weight of 100 grams.
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We take on the tip of the knife the liver of a hedgehog, the heart of a walrus,
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A strand of hair of a gray-haired bum,
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So that the voice does not tremble, we will throw a piece of cake ...
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And the eye of a toad, emotions were in order,
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Exactly at midnight in the forest, where I carry Lars.
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Between the moon and the crow I will find a strip,
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I will pronounce the word judgment, taking out a vessel with a decoction.
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I'll try the sweet leaf on the tooth, understanding the zoom.
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Ten lines from B.I.G. and I'll read and ten from 2Pac
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At the end, in a half-whisper, I will say: “Waka Flocka”.
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In three days and three nights, the texts are ready,
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We open, we take it out and a year later we come again.
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But to be honest, we ourselves are interested
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How inspiration comes and where does it belong.
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But it's very hard to talk about songs in songs,
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And describe the feeling of falling into the abyss.
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Chorus:
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It's like the sun is exploding inside of me
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Either it throws it into the heat of the fire, or it throws frost into the cold.
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Those feelings cannot be conveyed, not exchanged,
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Inspiration, find me, find me!
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It's like the sun is exploding inside of me
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Either it throws it into the heat of the fire, or it throws frost into the cold.
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Those feelings cannot be conveyed, not exchanged,
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It's like the sun is exploding inside of me.
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In the sky, on land, in water we write everywhere,
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Even if it's dark, the crown still needs light.
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Where there are beats, where there are none, where there are hits and slag,
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We write rap as we can, it turns out like this.
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Here is the answer to the questions of secrets, there are none,
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What nonsense, to think that this is the experience of chastened years.
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Or is there a way, a trump card that we have hidden,
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I'll tell you how to eat without reservations and dark spots.
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It's like spring in nature, a gap in the weather,
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Like something new in fashion, and inspiration in the garden.
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Like a new app in ipod, ipad, and like,
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It does not waste strength, but you can write everything in a notebook.
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All this rolls, even more like a treasure,
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It's like using maximum watts on your speakers.
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As in the dance the most important share, or in the darkness is the light of lamps,
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Pure as a mountain stream the very essence of things.
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Cool adventure of the mind, direct inclusion of the senses,
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This is something that I did not know, but the hall came and stood up.
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It's like an explosion of the sun inside me, like a volley ...
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Chorus:
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It's like the sun is exploding inside of me
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Either it throws it into the heat of the fire, or it throws frost into the cold.
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Those feelings cannot be conveyed, not exchanged,
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Inspiration, find me, find me!
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It's like the sun is exploding inside of me
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Either it throws it into the heat of the fire, or it throws frost into the cold.
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Those feelings cannot be conveyed, not exchanged,
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It's like the sun is exploding inside of me. |