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.
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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. |