| To each his own, don't stick your hands
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| We divide grandmother, we drive slippers, smoothly into the area
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| To each his own, faithful to the rise
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| Full to the brim, let's get fly-fly
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| Know...
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| Don't get in here, I know for myself
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| We haven't played games here for 10 years.
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| I put jacks on all your aces
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| The less you know - you sleep better, a hundred calls for a new movement
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| Fuck the weather in Almaty
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| I flew up and down, flew back and forth
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| Buckle up, we're on the runway
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| This is life, go try it, don't be lazy, get your ass up
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| Music rescued if complete fucked up
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| For us it's the beginning, for them it's the end
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| Time passed quickly, someone's son and father
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| For us it's the beginning, for them it's the end
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| To each his own, don't stick your hands
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| We divide grandmother, we drive slippers, smoothly into the area
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| To each his own, faithful to the rise
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| Full to the brim, let's get fly-fly
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| Know...
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| To each his own, don't stick your hands
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| We divide grandmother, we drive slippers, smoothly into the area
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| To each his own, faithful to the rise
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| Full to the brim, let's get fly-fly
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| Know...
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| Ours are all in chains, but free as birds
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| Always on the pole, she likes to spin
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| Like I'm Kendrick, only with PRINCE's face
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| They all want to be friends with us
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| Along the canal, along the path, now you will see us on the cover
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| Go away drunken legs, girls jump into my window
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| They move everything a little, and I launch a three-ruble note into the pile driver
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| Somewhere steaks, a lot of heads, somewhere dust, water and doshik
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| Music rescued if complete fucked up
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| For us it's the beginning, for them it's the end
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| Time passed quickly, someone's son and father
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| For us it's the beginning, for them it's the end
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| To each his own, don't stick your hands
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| We divide grandmother, we drive slippers, smoothly into the area
|
| To each his own, faithful to the rise
|
| Full to the brim, let's get fly-fly
|
| Know...
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| To each his own, don't stick your hands
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| We divide grandmother, we drive slippers, smoothly into the area
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| To each his own, faithful to the rise
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| Full to the brim, let's get fly-fly
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| Know... |