Ice Bro - Дотла
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I'm dead again
Smells like this cheese
I'm sick of cell phone calls
I save time to do beautiful things
The baby knows everything, she has forgiven everything
I'm wandering again according to old motives
And the night settles on the lungs with sativa
We're circling with beats on a vibe with skill
I’ll leave as a memory everything that’s clouded
Layouts are not stupid
By staff routes
You are like minimoys
My brother has you confused
We're just out of luck
Everything is covered in smoke
Hungry Luds
Dashing Bermudas
Under the catering vibe
Sounding deliberate
All days are like a sieve
Dance, mamacita
The info has already been leaked
Leave no trace
There are a lot of broken ones here
Under the yoke of the mosh pit
Smoking to the beat
Bitch, let's smoke it down
Sleepy looking
But there's a hurricane inside, yo
Sea of ​​Love
Bitch, sea of dough
Divide by three
To give them good things
Smoking to the beat
Bitch, let's smoke it down
Sleepy looking
But there's a hurricane inside, yo
Sea of ​​Love
Bitch, sea of dough
Divide by three
To give them good things
I'm dead again
Smells like this cheese
I'm sick of cell phone calls
I save time to do beautiful things
The baby knows everything, she has forgiven everything
I'm wandering again according to old motives
And the night settles on the lungs with sativa
We circle with beats on a vibe with skill
I’ll leave as a memory everything that’s clouded
Smoking to the beat
Bitch, let's smoke it down
Sleepy looking
But there's a hurricane inside, yo
Sea of ​​Love
Bitch, sea of dough
Divide by three
To give them good things
Smoking to the beat
Bitch, let's smoke it down
Sleepy looking
But there's a hurricane inside, yo
Sea of ​​Love
Bitch, a sea of dough
Divide by three
To give them good things