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it will be hot tonight, kicks in the club at night,
I will arrange a holiday for them, after I take off their fur coats
Scratching my neck, biting my lips roughly
how many there were, we do not care
My bitches scream only in the sweet sweet painVultures circle above us smell blood
a couple of hundred meters above the ground,
the whole city below us, I'll send them home
millet run, let him know that I'm proud
I'll sit in a black Mercedes, don't stand like a monument
there are no more words, again I catch the moment
I sit her next to

my feelings are gone, feel it through Alina,
they burn on fire, charged under the bit, I jump through the field of mines, amphetamine. nitrogen through my veins I must be the first chained, started early means I will be the first. Soon we will see