| Give me back my time, I need a margin, pass that
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| City in pursuit of cash, crowds of gray mass
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| Crowds of reds, is this game worth the candle
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| This game is definitely worth the fire
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| A strange motive, over the vanity
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| Ministry of Health warns, fucked up
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| Sleepless from the streets, save your nerves boy
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| Don't poke your head here, we're here from start to finish
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| You won’t find a recipe, it comes from the bottom
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| And dense smoke, but how did you want? |
| a?
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| Take us to your native labyrinth
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| Yes, I'm a bastard, let me think, it doesn't bother me a bit
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| Became what they became, everything else is just details
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| Yes, I'm a player, but I don't need a throne, I need a cartridge and a risle
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| And let this crazy world accept my humble challenge
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| They don’t care about hopes, where are the gaps in those sneakers
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| The era of the ignorant, not up to hope, they are not up to hope
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| What's up G
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| good morning my wise brother
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| There are a couple of problems, time to clean them up
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| Not wasting your energy on a rapper in a dress
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| Break the lantern to go into the dark
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| Where is the track - two weeks of work
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| Phalanxes of a dozen hands, tell me for labor
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| Dirty Negro, until we run out here, from the very bowels
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| Slow flow, no fast run, on the avenue of the winds
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| What blows hood is poor, mani
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| Your tricky town as an unreliable type
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| The third jumps first, smelling the trembling of nine,
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| But we are already close, a glare of sunshine
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| The caravan is on a rocky path
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| Intoxicated in appearance, the wanderer will ask, but only water
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| Wanderer with the old on you, no pity, no longing, no love
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| Will ask for his days back
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| They don’t care about hopes, where are the gaps in those sneakers
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| The era of the ignorant, not up to hope, they are not up to hope
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| Another day will inspire me, I know for sure
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| What will serve as an impetus, what is over
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| What I haven’t read yet, but I want to
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| He doesn’t drag his brothers out of the city by the gate
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| If it's clear and short, tusa stubborn,
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| And I live a dream, Bely saves so that
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| Stop the war, plant life
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| Start a family and your own coffeeshop
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| So that not on foot, but those who blah blah
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| I'm in a trash can, and let everything burn to the ground
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| To the very melt, I will take a step into the depths
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| Hear my story, for life and love
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| Along a thin line, one thing just happened
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| Another broke without fragments, shame and disgrace, yes,
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| But I'm going swimming without fins, somewhere is a brotherhood
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| Their treatise of ideas and phrases, their truth is like a burnt passport in India
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| I don't believe that people can be like that
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| The one in whom I believe today, tomorrow with a light hand will throw me up, no
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| Morning will come, the world will no longer be for sale
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| It will happen one day
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| They don’t care about hopes, where are the gaps in those sneakers
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| The era of the ignorant, not up to hope, they are not up to hope |