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I stay somewhere nearby, even when I don't write
You remember everything and remember the load, I came to this noise
The eyes are slanted in sorrow, I got bored and here I am
Although I wrote there on the album that I will not release

But the melancholy of the soul, I strangle me here, I'm tired
I see my weaknesses, I will show me a longing for everything
Morning has come, cool, I'm glad, but why all this nonsense
When the packs again began to give out what was in my head

Only Vera, I repeat, and cigarettes in the portsigare
Desks pouring to you, there was little knowledge behind the desk
Already different, no longer the same, 21 other bar
The worst battle, a cargo with a cat Panic together with an attack

We stably roll down, this mood is not the point
Analysis, there are many actresses here, whom I sat on the demo
Storitelling close friend, we went very much with him
The tie carried my darkness, the same work, the cold was metal

I miss the heat here, I never had enough
Enough for the soul of me, I'm a truck that is past the buildings
Long solo from the cat, it was nice, I thought, yes
Although to load under me, even I would not even become guys

This is all the secret, bracho, I puzzled myself
Catch my sad stroke here, thanks for the return
Look here there is no pancha, the kid is aching here, cries
Writing by new principles, it will be something here means

I did not write literally at all, there were many difficult things
I just cut off the long -distance light, drove in the dark
And in the four are completely bumped, as if to get out is not an option
I saw everything, and gave everything out, on Sad Story this is darkness

District personal underground, how much it was here
You can weave hundreds of dramas here, but only players will understand
Pain on the knees, I'm used to it, pain in my soul, this is difficult
Maybe I did not glue in the junction, the tags do not worry

Everything is so complicated in my poetry
City sadness on the shoulders
I will only leave myself on the sheets
On the shoulders urban sadness

Trace on paper, I'm all in it, but here
A cool night in the area
My sound comes to you
And read sorrow to you

Moments in memory that you often so fade
And soon we’ll fly, here in the hood type
Cool motive, it's dark, I rolled up for it
In the archive mp3 pictures you find me there

Everything that crushed at night, brew strong black tea
To swing so smoothly, you called your doctor
I came here every time you were not to be exported
In fragments of hundreds of my phrases, only bits of us keep in themselves

When it becomes so sad
I come to you for sad guns
In my palms lies a rapper in Russian
And you can also return

Rolled this styl, released and forgot
I will leave my mark, but not only the feet
Cooled down at the moment, you just believe me
The area is resting and the wind smells like that

The secrets of the tenths on the air gave everything
Everything that was there, well, it was
I became a little bolder, gestalt on the key
The kid on the bits certainly does not teach here

The lyrics are crushing and making it easier
I began to write more often about it in the evening
Eternal themes, shades, and shadows
I came out with a smile from this blizzard

I do not think of my losses, I went astray
And the cat, do you dream? I go through the mission
Already changed to which about this
You listen to my murdered verse at night

I am sad again
I transfer the load here
Your rapper is loaded, well, let
I would say to myself

Rap culture my smoke
This is also my rear
It stores me young
This is only cats for you

I just did myself here, and only did for others
My cargo is a family, at least so often beat under the breath
This is my system, bro, broadcasts sad good
With the help of my body, I betray strictly to the top

I saw a lot of things here, now your turn has come
Here under the hand a bunch of notes, clouds and clouds, there is a cat
Take it yourself so that when he warms yourself heavily
A person gives hope and overnight

In fact, if you look, you always listened there
My sad tunes where the void was visiting
Where I only repaired myself, and released myself not to be sickening
But if at least at least hooked, do not hold evil, I'm not on purpose

Everything is so complicated in my poetry
City sadness on the shoulders
I will only leave myself on the sheets
On the shoulders urban sadness

Trace on paper, I'm all in it, but here
A cool night in the area
My sound comes to you
And read sorrow to you