I'm not a cowboy, I don't play marlboro
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What are you on the holster, volyn-bulik
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Without steam locomotive dose
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It will take you where your head or someone else's will drive
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It melts, removes the nose, you can see the red eyes in which faith is lost
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I don't count, we scoop up mineral resources underground, cedar cones
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Even mice fall silent from the attack
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Silence allows you to think and decide
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At night, the hospital, accelerate drugs, turbidity
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Who uses - knows, the suitcase is not a joke
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Engine for the second day, got used to the exits
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Not wilted, not dull lovers of blahat
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The guys are on the break, they dispersed themselves and covered
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Red crowns hit in the buns
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Without stopping, but with skill deftly
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I consume something that inserts
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The scum barks, I get it, but behind them is the truth
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On the lip of the dick salaga, the cop has your paper
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You don't have to be a magician, we are happy for fate
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Covering wounds with laughter, but it's time to go where I don't know
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I know that I will find out, I live without regret
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We are rocked by a distant sail
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Yes, seriously, on the sleigh break,
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But on the road with the road in life, I'm sure you guessed it (Yes)
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Under the ground, a swarm of owls, my call
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Under the ground, a swarm of owls, my call
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For those who have been waiting for this hip-hop
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For those who stay up late
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But he gets up early and goes to the subway
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Fuck, I'm bypassing, blood flows in places
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Prepare a report from the best notes
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Muse would suck me more
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M, okay, hit the bong
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Above me pipes, ceiling
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Rhyme flow, my town
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Catch a thick attack as best you can
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Our smoke comes from under the ground
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A cue ball is spreading from under the ground
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Like an old fox I'll kill myself, I'll fill the void with smoke
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Look up - pipes, living corpses around
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Dumb, vazap lips whisper cubes, boobs fuck off the pipe
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Fuck off the pipe, yay
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From dusk to dawn, give me sunshine
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Our fucks are banned, our summer is banned
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We were born under the covenant, not knowingly from the ghetto
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Who's under what, I was a slow color pack
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Passengers without tickets, here is porn without a blowjob
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Even in heavy snowfall, we did not get snow
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Clouds, a pussy will come to you, we will bombard the sky with a palette
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Somewhere above the wind is blowing, dress in ashes
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Too much psilocin, greetings to Griboyedov
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We'll find the answers below, while the whole planet stirs
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Baby talk in awe of our delirium
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I would have tasted lunch, but it's too late
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In the catacombs, I don't give a fuck that I'm a difficult fucking teenager
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In general, I would sniff the stars by sticking my nostrils into the sky
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From the subway I send a sketch, nominated for an Oscar |