| First couplet:
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| I come from where fate kicked
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| Where every meeting of your life is banal.
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| They take off the pedals, they love it for cash,
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| At 30, they kicked me from vodka.
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| I crawled out from where the hole was dug,
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| I took out both grief and drama from there.
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| I saw sorrows and mother's tears,
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| I knew that fate would prepare slopes.
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| Know that our whole life is like a big Colosseum,
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| If you want to get into the museum, fight the kid, but not the greyhound.
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| Do not lose friends decency, conscience and honor,
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| Everything will be fine if there is fire, then your mixture will flare up.
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| Chorus:
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| No matter how the wind blows,
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| Remember everything will be.
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| No matter how bullets fly,
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| Remember everything will be.
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| No matter how fate is bent,
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| I remember everything will be.
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| Life is like a sweet beehive
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| I remember everything will be.
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| Second couplet:
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| Everything will be, know the fuck
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| Let's wake up with raps.
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| I prepared my album for a long time.
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| Now I'm off the guns.
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| You will judge me for the text in which there is no shmal.
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| I will pack you in a dish and your languid nonsense,
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| You read cool, but you are a pile of metal.
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| I will take out the business without capital,
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| I will make a catalog until melted.
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| And magician of the year, you just skated.
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| Where did the guy disappear to?
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| Where are all your show-offs, where are the gangs?
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| People, quarter?
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| Not a star, not rich, not sold out to labels,
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| They muddied their concert, now my flute is rocking.
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| Stolny's gang is growing, our people have reached out to us,
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| Three albums rolled into you, so the fourth will be!
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| Chorus:
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| No matter how the wind blows,
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| Remember everything will be.
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| No matter how bullets fly,
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| Remember everything will be.
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| No matter how fate is bent,
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| I remember everything will be.
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| Life is like a sweet beehive
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| I remember everything will be. |