Artem Smile - Басота
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And my bassota, falls from a turn

Music fucks the word bullet from a machine gun

Here is my bassota, falls from a turn

We are moving cheerfully, move even



And my bassota, falls from a turn

Music fucks the word bullet from a machine gun

Here is my bassota, falls from a turn

We are moving cheerfully, move even



Oh mom street healing wounds we are hooligans

In pockets

Noggans everyone has their own plans

Yes, more would be on the house to grab at home

The drum beats and shakes Boshka boys in the areas of the areas.

There is vanity yes there is vanity

Brothers on the movements are mutating things



And my bassota, falls from a turn

Music fucks the word bullet from a machine gun

Here is my bassota, falls from a turn

We are moving cheerfully, move even



And my bassota, falls from a turn

Music fucks the word bullet from a machine gun

Here is my bassota, falls from a turn

We are moving cheerfully, move even



If problems are always in touch

We’re drowned in fact, because the truth is one

Sweet fog enveloped me

Music My Life and here I am always



And my bassota, falls from a turn

Music fucks the word bullet from a machine gun

Here is my bassota, falls from a turn

We are moving cheerfully, move even



And my bassota, falls from a turn

Music fucks the word bullet from a machine gun

Here is my bassota, falls from a turn

Moving cheerfully, move even