And somehow they don’t particularly sympathize with me with such morality - (purely) such an opinion
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That everyone will jump, except for those who were originally nearby, (was, no?)
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You can't apologize
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That's it, my Streamer will shoot (hey) where are they?
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Hey, look where they're running!
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Feeling like I'm alone right in the crowd, I fly in (after 5 seconds) I fly out
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I'm 1 4, not one, not zero (whatever)
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I'm 1 4, how is it? |
One (pow) all 4 holes
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It's like to Adiki, through the included MK (Molodezhka district)
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Straight to the head, under the beat or with the bat
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On the joke, wearing two smiles after the third
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So brave, so mortal
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At the same time, I manage to see in them one shit, deeper than my pants.
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I've never laughed like this before
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Look, drisch, along the torso, this is what the fuck I don’t like
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We are not all, we all still smoke, no, not everything is still decided somewhere
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Still toiling in the chamber
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That which equalizes you with dust without knocking me out of my mind
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That I can hardly break up with her tomorrow, and tomorrow can end quickly
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Stop chasing air, one or two and the strap will fly off you
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Economy class want to fly business class and not infrequently, but in the hands of a penny
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Health on the bombas, bitter pills, it's like I'm on the Rocket
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I know everyone and everyone smiles
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But I don't like it (Got it?)
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And we don't like it!
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Through the city the whole box
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Through cold and hunger
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The boys are waiting, the bitches are being careful
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But we are growing!
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While everything is in the vein, while there is gunpowder, while the native presses anyone to the floor
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I recharge everyday hastily. |
(I meet you)
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I'm already sick of these movements, half of the district rode stupidly empty
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In the house again, someone stirred for a minute, was blown away without reaching the point
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Before reaching your bitch (even that corrupt one)
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The most outrageous will say where this ganja looms from
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Where does it come from, but we have been there before!
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I'm in touch fuck your numbers
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I'm in touch, fuck your numbers (I'm 14!)
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In the meat, but in the morning it's not fucking shame, the ligaments were tightened with smoke at night
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The pipe is still silent like a corpse that does not bite
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And you know I like it better
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The beat wobbles around me like garbage around the edges on either side
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They catch the eye and immediately disappear, crazy stars in search of underachievement
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Worker bees do not die for dick, leaving lives in factories
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And my brother and I share equally, what comes true
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What we find, what we never turn to get better
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And everyone doesn't like it
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And we don't like it!
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Through the city the whole box, through the cold and hunger
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The boys are waiting, the bitches are being careful
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But we are growing!
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While everything is in the vein, while there is gunpowder, while the native presses anyone to the floor
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I reload everyday life hastily
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And we don't like it!
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Through the city the whole box, through the cold and hunger
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The boys are waiting, the bitches are being careful
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But we are growing!
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While everything is in the vein, while there is gunpowder, while the native presses anyone to the floor
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I reload everyday life hastily
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And we don't like it! |