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I'm wearing the same shirt I did decade ago
But that flat was pretty tight
Blocked their layup, made in style acrobat
Smell of smoke and sunset, we are rich without wages
I remember this track on the tape (2002)
Pasted 15 minutes in the middle to record it
Right now I can turn everything on vinyl, joint with no shit
Blowed some fucking blunts, mildly strong-willed
So we can gather here like this (hey-hey)
And it wasn't easy, in short
Not an aul — SVO, a lot of time has passed since then
Around here, it's like SPEED-info, paparazzi
You need underwear and bread, while we're roasting meat
That is why money
Doesn't stop me from thinking
We don't live like the others
Give them my joint, let'em relax
I'm frying sausages, nearby frying blunts
Stoned boys, stoned mantras
Rocks and bottles, friends and their smiles
Bicks and pals, well, something like a party
My huge steak won't fit in my hands
I eat meat, dance on bones
This is also your piece, and I'm ready to feed you
But before you get into my circle, stop loving yourself
What was you doing when pals were given the hell from Pavlodar
When bloody made the noise, it wasn't enough
Rocks and bottles, friends and their smiles
Bicks and pals, well, something like a party
Lemon AK, refreshed glass
Come to play hand at Durak for half an hour
Sativa, Indira, everything that included THC
No, it's not a habbit, it's just in DNA, yeah
You can talk about me while I close the doors behind
When I came here I danced like stoned
A lot of color but the show is not a carnival in telly
Wild appetite — it's a white widow in a body
In the morning in my head, in the evening under a knife and fork
This meeting isn't an accident and and we're not talking 'bout bitcoins
Two years ago I would have called it a warm up
Message in WhatsApp but I lost my pin
I fry sausages, next fry blunts
Stoned boys, stoned mantras
Rocks and bottles, friends and their smiles
Bicks and pals, well, something like a party
My huge steak won't fit in my hands
I eat meat, dance on bones
This is also your piece, and I'm ready to feed you
But before you get into my circle, stop loving yourself
What was you doing when pals were given the hell from Pavlodar
When bloody made the noise, it wasn't enough
Rocks and bottles, friends and their smiles
Bicks and pals, well, something like a party
Lemon AK, refreshed glass
Come to play hand at Durak for half an hour
Sativa, Indira, everything that included THC
No, it's not a habbit, it's just in DNA, yeah
