| I'm illegal again today,
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| Sun beyond the horizon. |
| The air is gassy.
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| The cigarette from my window falls on the lawn,
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| One more time this minus soon. |
| Sleep soon.
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| It will be necessary to make the music quieter,
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| At least pick up the bass: already 12 hours.
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| I hear the call of my dogs,
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| They are without brakes. |
| Wow wow hahahaha.
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| City in a dream. |
| Soon everything will fall into place
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| In the meantime, let's roll another half a mile.
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| I'm flying a cigarette, and someone flies from the bridge,
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| And there is a star in the sky.
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| A new day will come in the morning without delay,
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| People run between buildings.
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| Coffee with milk. |
| The office is far away.
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| Waking up is not easy, not fun.
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| Chorus:
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| Play guitar. |
| Loshate mi kantara.
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| From the Urals to Krasnodar.
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| Everything is old. |
| A free day as a gift from the heart.
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| Play guitar.
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| Loshate mi kantara.
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| From the Urals to Krasnodar.
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| Everything is old. |
| A free day as a gift from the heart.
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| Play guitar.
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| I smoke slowly on the balcony, I look at the city.
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| Black coffee. |
| Full moon. |
| Empty room.
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| Ashes fall to the floor. |
| The sky is clear.
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| Line by line to the beat, I put it on the shelves.
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| I do not send letters by owl mail,
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| I don’t expect gifts from my gray-haired uncle under the Christmas tree.
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| I do not count sheep, black crows and stars,
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| I read repchik, I think it's worth it.
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| Boys revere, chicks dance,
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| Decent girls with shoulders are also so a little bit.
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| In short, it was a rough night yesterday.
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| Today is easier: black coffee, Cleveland in the playoff.
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| We call it one love.
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| I looked at the city through the window. |
| Wouldn't it be time to go to the sea?
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| It's dark in the porthole.
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| I got carried away with the game, and then I remembered:
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| "Come on, sing this tune to me."
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| Chorus:
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| Play guitar. |
| Loshate mi kantara.
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| From the Urals to Krasnodar.
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| Everything is old. |
| A free day as a gift from the heart.
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| Play guitar.
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| Loshate mi kantara.
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| From the Urals to Krasnodar.
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| Everything is old. |
| A free day as a gift from the heart.
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| Play guitar.
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| My name is Ingushet. |
| I will now tell:
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| Hanging out on my floor is creepy.
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| Eat what is useful, do not chew the peel.
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| Mechanical handwriting respects feng shui.
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| Fucking f*ck is your rap business
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| Redman said the boys were surprised.
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| Look how far the ball went from my court
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| Also check the ground under your feet: "You see it is solid."
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| Murderine, skillotok, incredible energy,
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| I'm happy that I'm an MC and not a manager.
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| Escape from the veiled microcosm
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| I buy the rotten flash of her fakir.
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| I'm real hustler. |
| I'm real gorilla.
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| I'm strictly hip, stricly hop, stricly drilla.
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| And in order for the guitar to play more soulfully,
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| I beautifully built a very cute couple.
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| Chorus:
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| Play guitar. |
| Loshate mi kantara.
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| From the Urals to Krasnodar.
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| Everything is old. |
| A free day as a gift from the heart.
|
| Play guitar.
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| Loshate mi kantara.
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| From the Urals to Krasnodar.
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| Everything is old. |
| A free day as a gift from the heart.
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| Play guitar. |