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Giving up the ashes on the ground, I click on the play
While I was on the move a lot of ideas in my head
Remember to burn only
Adding on the line from memory
On the bus, crowded, crowded and pressured
But I wonder for everyone watching
Tramp on the subway singing and playing
Rows of familiar childhood I know
He came up to the house intercom key
I opened the door the smell of familiar entrance
Smell familiar spice sitting on stage
Pass the neighbors they simply give a damn
At the head of all the genius of writing and writing
Subway lines in street style
Not for different air in the apartment
As long as there is an incentive

Simple lines, a simple piece of paper,
Simple handle simple handwriting
For simple as we have for you druzhechek
Rap from the Lower in Krasnokamsk bratochek
There are close to their own and do not disappoint
Think with your head, but not about to stir up
Each in his chosen route
Someone in jail, someone holding currency
In each city, they both have a fuck
I am neither one nor the other, and in fact fuck
The windows are open, I breathe Smokey
Program on record, Kent backyard
Do not exclude themselves from the term papers and
If zahapnesh, it will be a lesson
Heavy time, complete ass
Easier've stole something than to find a job

I watch how they grumble
Considering the similarity of dogs
They want to be above, have had the strength
Forces that is, enough filok