I like when my guests come a little when it bothers me
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But last night I got a whole bolument
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A fixed neighbor's bell is ringing for me to walk
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With heightened muikom during house rules
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Unknown faces are wandering around my apartment
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Locu dime ganju grins and scolds
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Too hard to become doc to the word do not give
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For free, I beg you to be a little quiet
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As time goes on things get out of hand
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Because drunk people are sometimes complete menthol
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I warn you in vain, I say the same thing for free
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Well, next time I'll let you go
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From the cross and the breaking of the cotton wool, there is pain in the stomach
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And in the bathroom it was as if she lived dzora
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I'd better get to the root of it right now
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There's a door there a little way home
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Labia
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Every guest, three days is enough
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After the party, my apartment sucks
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Whoever stays alive stays
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But all dead because there was no fast
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And I drink the rest, and I drink the brine
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And I chase everyone to go to the beautiful godfather
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Because I have a prison, and someone is vomiting
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I fell asleep in the toilet too, so I have to take care of him
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But he doesn't move but frowns and gets annoyed
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I'll stab him in the head with beer like that
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How nice you were until you drank
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And then he drank, climbed on his head
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Ashes on the floor, a glass under the table
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Because I didn't go to town
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But I called you home
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Is there anyone good here, or is everyone in a coma ?!
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And there is no one good, they roar like cattle
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I can see from the eye
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The apartment is demolished
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I hope the cops don't patrol tonight
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As far as I remember, I called you 7
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About 50 of you now, I have no idea
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It stinks of everything and it's stuffy
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It sticks to my feet
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Spilled carpet
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Little finger
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Oh corner klepih, pih
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Grandfather
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One of my locked rooms has a clock
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A day full of people can't get inside
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The bathroom is running water screaming guy crying girl
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Who the fuck are all these people
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The fridge was empty and almost full
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I found a used tire under the bar
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Cheerful team drank Prvijenac and Kruna
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I see a little one has a piece behind his ear
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The music is still loud after midnight
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Fat is hungry crumbs dry bread
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Fuck, my house is full of fleas
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At least the fire is not felt because the wind is blowing outside
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None of the neighbors are asleep yet, everyone is awake
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Watch out for the dim light and the speaker
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And you DJ, don't fuck with me
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Pack that shit, everyone go home a little bit |