| I see how the smoke in the eyes, looking up, lifts her up.
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| She wants from behind, she loves my O, but doesn't love me.
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| She is so good, she wants more.
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| I draw powder, I send the slut home.
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| It's time for business, we need more shit, we need more dough!
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| My rap is my fire, I will soon burn in it,
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| While I'm just smoldering like a blunt. |
| Haven't blown up yet, but I'm smoldering like a blunt.
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| The same talent that everyone knows about, but does not talk about.
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| I kind of got to the screen of success, and fell again -
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| And if you don’t see anything there, maybe there really isn’t anything there…
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| I did not choose a clear style for myself here, since I can do everything.
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| Poverty makes you greedy
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| The world is an ocean - gills have grown.
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| Time is not sorry for me
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| If I could, I would definitely run away!
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| To hell with this whole world, I defeated them all alone.
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| Fuck your show-offs, all your clips are just mirages.
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| Fuck your cliche, learned something, forgot something -
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| I am alone with myself again, and here I am swallowing smoke.
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| Chorus:
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| Rise - decline! |
| Rise - decline!
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| They fuck me like that, nigga. |
| Tell me, why the hell do you live like this?
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| Freeze frame, freeze frame!
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| I'm burning, so I'll burn this life.
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| Second Verse: Jacques-Anthony
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| Again these crowds run and run without knowing where they are.
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| I seem to be with them, but here I am alone, as usual, sane.
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| Drops of pain over hard-to-reach, again one after one road.
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| Fog and ash took many away, they decided everything was under control.
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| No one remembers, there used to be a time when everyone was happy about everything.
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| Mass media, money is sinking. |
| there are many goals, there is no way to choose one.
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| I was not in the pack, but still howled at the moon.
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| The right belongs to those who have an AK-47 over their shoulder, or
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| Just big capital behind, big parents.
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| They didn’t see dirt, they only saw money ...
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| Dirt is money, bastard, only children here have not seen dirt.
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| Dreams about flights are forgotten, slaughtered dogs on the front
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| They do not expect any changes and miracles - they are looking for warmth there.
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| How often did you cry, how often did you fall.
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| Did you tear with your teeth the carrion that was presented here as the truth?
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| Chorus:
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| Rise - decline! |
| Rise - decline!
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| They fuck me like that, nigga. |
| Tell me, why the hell do you live like this?
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| Freeze frame, freeze frame!
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| I'm burning, so I'll burn this life. |