Ah, max
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Some carry smartphones
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And some tablets
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And they thought of him
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They don't have bicycles
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Because it can fall
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When I was little
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I was in your wounds
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Children a little older
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Like my nephew
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If there is no 100 euros in your pocket
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He's not happy
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It has marked goods
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From hats to weights
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Although he doesn't know the alphabet
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But it's not the press
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Mom's boy
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Daddy's princess
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I don't know if anyone knows
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Sneakers to tie
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One hundred meters from the school
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'Father car, he won't walk
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When they come to my house
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They set up my whole house
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Today's children do not know etiquette
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They throw firecrackers
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They break your window, with the ball
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He sits at the computer
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They jerk off pussies and dicks
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How many, many
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He opened the door with his foot
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They don't say "good day"
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They don't say goodbye
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You should do it again
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They introduce Naked Island
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An eye for an eye, and then
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We need all the children who cry for honey
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Get to know Kacavend in turn
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They should be sent to Bhutan and Nepal
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To the Thessaloniki front or to Vietnam
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You need to be sent for treatment
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Fuck you sun kids
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Fuck pedagogues, fuck psychologists
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When you grow up without a father like a child of a mantis
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Ref. |
2x
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Re-educate children
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Re-educate children
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"Good afternoon" to say
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"Good afternoon" to say
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My own daughter doesn't listen to me
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He drinks, smokes, fucks and chats
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In the evening he goes to roulette with us
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He plays ten tickets a day
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Most often when he returns from the city
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A drunk comes and dances for Dad
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He knows how to pee in the middle of the apartment
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He records everything with an excavator in the parking lot
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Because of her, a butcher came to my apartment
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He took off the air conditioning and brought the cutlery
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He took the dog and the money from the stack
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All because of the debt that Vesna made
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Vesna, fuck your mother, I know, I did
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Where was my mind?
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Max, you don't have to have kids
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Get him out on time, don't gamble
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Probisvjeti small, they do these pranks
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One lit a fire, the other refueled
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I break glass because they have no hobbies
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And the player from the car often gets his feet
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Baba screams, echoes down the street
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Because he's kicking a poodle in the ass
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As children, we put our wallets on the hook
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And they fired from a blower, but these people are crazy
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Today's children, no one cares
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But he counters, responds, quarrels and quarrels
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When you say "stop" he will not stop for spite
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But the same song will continue in its own way
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The neighbor is a whore, and the neighbor is a bastard
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Their children have worked for them and they are passionately slimy
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If they were mine, I would raise them with bars
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Bagra is rude
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Ref. |
2x
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Ref. |
2x
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Re-educate
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"Good afternoon" to say |