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HOOK:
You fly along the highway, make the posts, the most difficult level has become simple
Without looking back to the floor to a hundred, sorry there is no road, burn bridges
Everything is like in a dream, but don't you
Burn bridges, no way back

Part 1:
How this topic is beaten, not to cram and pull the body out of everyday life
One is missing, although the others are in abundance, everything flies into the pipe like Donatello and Splinter
The cup of patience is full, the bowl of the sprinkle, and would not take out the cords of the hut and
I will fuck your opinions here
I dance on the graves of C-Walk and Lezginka
You have to be strong and persistent, but there was so much pussy during the winter
He changed his eyes, then the falls of the fall were like a sinusoid
But how do you know this, there is no way back to the right vector
Giving a word to be honest with myself, this is my veto forever
He lost himself, found where it was not necessary, found me? So send me at home
I give myself everything without a trace, I will take my own, you don’t need to
Let the beatings and injuries remain, hurt, but there are no test tubes and ampoules
Tend to throw everything to dicks, no matter how much lines and metaphors
Here is a suicide club in a loop, legs themselves dance under this track
I throw an invite to you at this party, you got on the escalator back no way
Kill me! head in a loop, legs themselves dance under this track
I throw an invite to you at this party, you got on the escalator back no way

HOOK:
You fly along the highway, make the posts, the most difficult level has become simple
Without looking back to the floor to a hundred, sorry there is no road, burn bridges
Everything is like in a dream, but don't you
Burn bridges, no way back

Part 2:
In the concrete walls, doorways, lost without a trace in these eternal passes
Through thorns, the Mlechi path, from the area to the center, from there the path is scheduled to the house
I have not finished with this, a couple of approaches, to the bottom under the water
Without a compass not to leave the stone island, found, Atlantis is my city
Finds of the finds, in this zone of comfort of a couple of passages
The number of the beast is in the hands of the voodoo doll, but some in the role of bait, who hunts
You don’t need to know, there are no external seams on a part, they will folly on me but remember
Remember the bitch, lacing outward
Without standing on the right path, while they are stacked in the porches
You probably think how important the steepness is, in the pocket of a couple of coins, but not numismatics
I carry a cross, I did not put on top, then there is no way, on the Cerberus chain
I'm not afraid to make a mistake, but I need a check, even though this game is not worth a candle - church

HOOK
You fly along the highway, make the posts, the most difficult level has become simple
Without looking back to the floor to a hundred, sorry there is no road, burn bridges
Everything is like in a dream, but don't you
Burn bridges, no way back

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How many years have you been past hype, how many albums, but past hype
You are in English radio, but past Hip, you are the most Russian Grime, but you are past Hype
How many years have you been past hype, how many albums, but past hype
You are in English radio, but past the hype, you are past the hype, past the hype
Hash Hood is stupid, a crowd of fans, dead souls of the hive
I am in the building, I go into your house, I get into the ear sink
And I play Grime as if X-Box, I note the victory project X (COX)
Cuttled white as black in the States, everywhere interference is like VHS (bones)
In a personal MC, they throw themselves on Fit, I throw them in emergencies, I live on bits
All the Guardians of Graim Salute on the forum, like Faze Miyake, like dogs bark
I hear them as if this is the voice of subordinates, but in return I do not need anything, I will give myself a piece from myself, and I raise the champion belt upward
I already feel victory taste, norm, there are suitcases of gold, kush is torn
lol fuck me on this main thing that the card lay down and your ace is torn
Victory taste - norm, gold suitcases, kush tore off
Your ace is torn, the card lay down and your ace is torn

HOOK:
This is your game
Grime - drugs, here is your needle