ПРОСТОРАЙС - Моя улица
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Busy with micro life by Louis Viton
Near my bro is my book
I'm flying into the yard here Joein smokes
Near my Hou is my paranoia
That in my bachelor you can't
Fuck me on the rules, but don't fuck you fuck
That in my mind Kaen Porsh
That the lungs inhale all for a penny
Put on a new gear again new shmon
I wake up with my thoughts that I was born again
We will survive the summer, we climb into the rampage again
The street will remember us twice, we have nothing to do with it
My street is meant here
I would fly but textures will not be loaded
There is no cot
My street is meant here
I would fly but textures will not be loaded
There is no cot
In euphoria at a moment would not be shredded
My street is meant here
I would fly but textures will not be loaded
There is no cot
In euphoria at a moment would not be shredded
I remembered your name
Not for a long time together
So fuck it has become a long time ago
I am a boss for myself but
Smoke in the lungs late
I think about us
Thoughts only about stars
I pulled my hands up
How many years are boredom
There are no places for actions
Nearby are close people
Vienna hides drawings
Instead of veins you see a tube
I will take everything that you carry into bunches in return
I just was wrong
Yourself earned everything for yourself while you were sitting
I have a blank from this life Vakhuya
How she takes the ball
But I am convinced daily that the rowing
My music is far from goods
I take off on confident steps moms
I’ll choose the way myself are not afraid of these types there
We see the light in the windows and keep the way only to dreams
My street is meant here
I would fly but textures will not be loaded
There is no cot
In euphoria at a moment would not be shredded
My street is meant here
I would fly but textures will not be loaded
There is no cot
In euphoria at a moment would not be shredded