KikDafi, РЭЙ96 - Christian Dior
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I stuck my face out of the car
I like the smell of burnt tires
Christian Dior VICHI shop windows
I'm passing through, if anything, write
I stuck my face out of the car
I like the smell of burnt tires
Christian Dior VICHI shop windows
I'm passing through, if anything, write

There are no feelings, emptiness, I want to write like this
Breaking through the skies to the south of Moscow
You can stop calling me, I've given up
Because I don't believe you anymore
Shop windows beckon with prices
My time is priceless
Thousands of fans value being alone under the lights on stage
And I enjoy the atmosphere where there is no goal

I stuck my face out of the car
I like the smell of burnt tires
Christian Dior VICHI shop windows
I'm passing through, if anything, write
I stuck my face out of the car
I like the smell of burnt tires
Christian Dior VICHI shop windows
I'm passing through, if anything, write write

Valentino Garavani I'm in the fitting room with the model
Put on your clothes, let's hang out at the hotel some more
Glitter on your lips, I thought a star was burning
Big ass, big heart and soul
Triple bag Jewellery, give me these rings
Roman stud, crocodile antique dealer from Poland
The smell of hot tires right on Nikolskaya
A visa made of metal allows you to do more
Among the houses of Arbat, I'm scattered like diamonds
As if these ladies want me from Swarovski
Show me your bust down and maybe I'll notice
Look into my eyes after our meeting

Put your face out of the car
I like the smell of burnt tires
Christian Dior VICHI storefronts
I'm passing through, if anything, write
Put your face out of the car
I like the smell of burnt tires
Christian Dior VICHI storefronts
I'm passing through, if anything, write