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You can not fly, I would be with my hand to the sky
Turning away from the ground and the hustle and bustle of the problematic
Forget in dark nights
In the evenings, under these snowfalls
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Then calmly on the highway, speed 120
The box is shaking the trunk, the car is pleasing with the bass
Next, we rush past the old houses
In the city of oil and gas, the city feeds here in terms of spiritual

And you know so funny to walk alone
Music in my ears and this world I am tearing
Or in an empty bus in the last seat
Sit and decorate your poem

And I would like to become part of something more
Everything here is new, in the past abandoned
And this moment spent as if in the sky
All by creative, tin, ecstasy a little tower

And then a house, shower, mouse, key key
I would have to learn how to fall asleep quickly
I am crammed with different stories
Black Humor and Memories by Lines

I have changed, the new Insta is no longer the same
Much more than angrier, but believe me with great good
Strange yes, God and demon in one person
In the coloring of life, that picture of the phobyrics

I look out the window - native area
The same boys and each hidden their talent in each
And I will go and circle those surroundings
From the roof view of the area, beautiful sunset

But how they enrage me, all these people around
They are pussy of all, while everyone is lying
I'm not used to this - I say sho I think
Also knee -deep, I fly in heaven as well

Insta in a pussy atmosphere
Cool bit, fucking Monday
Rhymes to friends, as always nowhere to record
Okay, I'll leave a good moment in their hearts

Calmly, dissolve in the world
In a dirty dance, in an excellent abundance
Outside the window winter, far from May
But it happens cloudy, Killer's hiller

I love when in my lungs, gray smoke walks
I like to let it into the sky, just shake off ashes
In general, to be honest, for the joke to me to be young
Street is a second house, time flies slowly

The most funny but it happens loads
Disgusting from cheap bitches - I will be treated with music
My beloved is not nearby, without a bazaar I suffer
Look in the native eyes, in them the excitement is the shaft

Every day, a new surprise and I am in it with my head
Under the foot the whole world that is under water per second
I am a weightless but melted under the boon
And after I had a terrible but prophetic dream

That people became sold, surrendered to papers
There is a lot of falsehood in them, the present to be, this is important
People give, others are killed, one day
Everything with a boomerang of metal in the head and so happens

I drink again, I smoke again I inhale
I'm not an adequate lonely wanderer, I know
I exhale my favorite gray smoke again
I no longer forbid anyone to be young

Began to notice, people have changed
Streets, courtyards, where they were hanging out
And I have the same, in the iPod of the Bigs Bits
But here everyone is in MAZ to be in their ecstasy, but what about

I haven't climbed onto the roofs for so long
The whole city is in the palm of your hand, you see
Big Hello Surgut streets
Warm fit to their boys

And so here the high is essentially living here
According to you think, prostitution and stabbing
The city was smeared with smoke all rooms
Right now everyone thinks that smoking grass is so fashionable ...
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Brick houses and many new buildings
Nine and skyscrapers, circle with a dexterous motion
The street guy in the fire does not burn, he does not sink in the water
Shpunyukovsky district - everything still leads its own engines ...