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[Hook: Peak]
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[Verse 1: peak]
Artificial intelligence is my friend
The program gives out sound in the speaker
The satellite flickens like a pulse
Hater stinks like a skunk
The dome is like in the holes from the bullets
With me, with me my crew
Gifts in the New Year I smoke
Today we are where it is not up to sleep
Spring came with crazy dances
To glorious girls and boys
And the boys with whom they sleep
Fak, Fak, Faculty of Arts
Her flexible tongue in the ocean of feelings
As a little child, I rejoice in the new
Baby, I Love You
Nothing invigorates me in the morning
Like without panties nurse
Oh, this game
The spark runs between us
It pours outside the window, like from a bucket
Everything is not as usual, as always
You are an alternative to food
I wave you back and forth

[Hook: Peak and May Wave $]
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[Verse 2: May Wave $]
My people are my people everywhere
They are wild - War Revolution
As if dragged "milk plus"
And they are already drawn to the weapon of art
While the waves filled the air
True will turn up in a storm of envy
They told me: "You can small, do not be afraid."
I go to my goal, "stake" style
For the sake of those songs, we will break a voice
Makak cannot be driven to the format by nature
My white sleepy again tears contracts to bed
Turning the channels with the "crown"
Katana, Balons, Vandals with "Nitrino"
Global as Chanel "Tagon"
Eblans, you shit who, fuck, crumbles in bonfires
Your grandmas to the sound of Ragaton!
There are tons of us - their urns!
Like the fleet of darkness - huge!
Window to paradise - I would blow!
Experience in bit as home - Thunder goes to Toronto!
We do not need ether when brother genius
Stick in a skirmish on, mood
Canceled varics of a continuous picture of generations
Stop the rumor of a delicate one, the whites were pounding in parallel
Speak-tuaaa!
Bit file -host
Groups of peanuts not a formal price tag
Krata-Tu-TAA
The south was always the first!
Near the hip of their label cry in Coen
Bye bye!

[Hook: Peak and May Wave $]
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