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𝗚 𝝝 𝗗 𝗜 𝗦 𝝠 𝗗 𝗝
ΓЯДCҜФFΓHΞDДУ:
You know, this is a piece out there somewhere
That he just wants to go out to the party and him
And there, he takes various drugs out there, somewhere
And something out there somewhere
But, that's not what the piece is about
It is more about how young people from big cities
They organize their time, don't you understand?
Drugs are not the most important thing
Yeah, it was like that, Your Honor, I left the house at 9
The plan was clear, the rave on Smolna Street, I ate one Rolex disc right away, the pink one
I took a pawn with a friend, he had a bag of coke with him
Hop, I took out the eel and went my way
I felt something, that I did not feel anything, I threw a second Rolex disc
The pink one, and the idea came to my mind to spice up a bit more
Eat acid after ecstasy and complete some cool phases
I got on the subway for cabats, because my diller has a cabin there
He hides the extra merchandise in the cabinet, and also the vinyls next to it
There are so many of them that he could normally play as a DJ somewhere
I'm smiling all over, my heart is beating faster and faster
I want to hug a passenger, not very pretty to be honest
But she, scared, does not allow and gets out
On Stokłosy, a tense guy is glaring menacingly, a fight is already in the air
Suddenly it says louder, Tolin, so I head to the exit
Who plays warm, who plays closing
Because I have to chase to Smolna Street
Who plays warm, who plays closing
Because I have to chase to Smolna Street
Well, you know, and then he says he goes out of this subway, no and ...
And already on this subway there,
Well, and there was such a situation
Dramatically to let you know
Platform empty, as is the balance of the account, the flight is full, so on 102
And there is a canary on the stairs, a ticket please or a card
Oops, my wallet is in a house, there's only cash in the trowel
I darken that like a blind goalkeeper, he catches nothing, I sneak out with one move
Something like Steven Seagal, I run as hard as I have in Scotch
I know the streets in the area, tangerines in a few minutes
There my diller is waiting for me, jaw tight
I throw a hundred to him without a word, Hoffman pulls up on his bike
And the lights in my head dance like in a kaleidoscope
I think to myself, it's so good, let the toe never end
As if to anger, the doorbell brings me down to earth in no time
A few indented guests enter - Alkofajki, dull laughs
On the clock in half to 3, it's high time to curl up like a tortilla (like a tortilla)
Who plays warm, who plays closing
Because I have to chase to Smolna Street
Who plays warm, who plays closing
Because I have to chase to Smolna Street
Who plays warm, who plays closing
Because I have to chase to Smolna Street
Instead of going down the wild elevator goes sideways - left, right, right, left
The pumpkin is bursting, it is a terrible torment, fortunately, there are remnants of coca in the pocket
I hope it will bring me upright, I have to stay level
So far I am retreating, and plans also include Smolna
I pour the goods straight into my nostrils, as if he took it away with his hand
I get up from the field, we are not all how rich
I take my phone to order some Uber, I look, my friend, I write, write
Where you are? Beautiful sounds flow on the dance floor
Hammer your brother on the dance floor, the wood will crack stiffly
I look for a white Skoda under the cage
I'm a bit cold in the middle of December and my driver is late
I want to get a rat for a turkey and to keep me high
I hit the lines without burning, then the Insignia pulls up here
A policeman jumps out of it and that would be it
Who plays warm, who plays closing
Because I have to chase to Smolna Street
I'm waiting for a taxi, but ...
You know what ...
I am a criminal? I'm under arrest?
Really, gentlemen, this is a misunderstanding
I, I don't limit it
It's not like ...
Your Honor, I'm not really an addict
I just like to play, I have a permanent job, I pay taxes
Roadworthy car, OC, AC, Office package is not foreign to me as well as English and French
And that sometimes I will take lines or there are good things
Although I wear tracksuits, I read Prust and I do not start fairy tales in the club, I do not grab women by the bottom
I bow to the old ladies in the waist and lead them through the belts
She segregates her own and neighbors' rubbish
Let the Court believe my intentions, I promise I'll be polite
I do not want to go to prison, I will do everything in my power not to take anything else, God forbid
But I am begging you, there is a chance that I will make it to the closing, because Nucas is playing on the patio
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Feng Shui by BOSTON
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Feng Shui by BOSTON
You know, this is a piece out there somewhere
That she just wants to go out to the party and him
And there, he takes a variety of drugs out there, somewhere
And something out there somewhere
But, that's not what the piece is about
It is more about how young people from big cities
They're organizing their time, don't you understand?
Drugs are not the most important thing
Yeah, it was like that, Your Honor, I left the house at 9
The plan was clear, the rave on Smolna Street, I ate one Rolex disc right away, the pink one
I took a pawn with a friend, he had a bag of coke with him
Hop, I took out the eel and went my way
I felt something, that I did not feel anything, I threw a second Rolex disc
The pink one, and the idea came to my mind to spice it up a bit more
Eat acid after ecstasy and complete some cool phases
I got on the subway for cabats, because my diller has a cabin there
He hides the extra merchandise in the cabinet, and also the vinyls next to it
There are so many of them that he could normally play as a DJ somewhere
I am all smiling, my heart is beating faster and faster
I want to hug the passenger, not very pretty to be honest
But she, frightened, doesn't let it go and gets out
On Stokłosy, a tense guy is glaring menacingly, a fight is already in the air
Suddenly it says louder, Tolin, so I head to the exit
Who plays warm, who plays closing
Because I have to chase to Smolna Street
Who plays warm, who plays closing
Because I have to chase to Smolna Street
Well, you know, and then he says he comes out of this subway, no and ...
And already on this subway there,
Well, and there was such a situation
Dramatically to let you know
Empty platform, as is the balance of the account, the flight is full, so on 102
And there is a canary on the stairs, a ticket please or a card
Oops, my wallet is in a house, there's only cash in the trowel
I darken that like a blind goalkeeper, he catches nothing, I sneak out with one move
Something like Steven Seagal, I run as hard as I have in Scotch
I know the streets in the area, tangerines in a few minutes
There my diller is waiting for me, jaw tight
I throw a hundred to him without a word, Hoffman pulls up on his bike
And the lights in my head dance like in a kaleidoscope
I think to myself, it's so good, let the toe never end
As if to anger, the doorbell brings me down to earth in no time
Several indented guests enter - Alkofajki, dull laughs
On a clock in half to 3, it's high time to curl up like a tortilla (like a tortilla)
Who plays warm, who plays closing
Because I have to chase to Smolna Street
Who plays warm, who plays closing
Because I have to chase to Smolna Street
Who plays warm, who plays closing
Because I have to chase to Smolna Street
Instead of going down the wild elevator goes sideways - left, right, right, left
The pumpkin is bursting, a terrible torment, fortunately that there are remnants of coca in the pocket
I hope it will bring me upright, I have to stay level
So far I am retreating, and plans also include Smolna
I pour the goods straight into my nostrils, as if he took it away with his hand
I get up from the field, we are all not how rich
I take my phone to order some Uber, I look, my friend, I write, write
Where you are? Beautiful sounds flow on the dance floor
Hammer your brother on the dance floor, the wood will crack stiffly
I look for a white Skoda under the cage
I'm a bit cold in the middle of December and my driver is late
I want to take a rat for a turage and to keep my high
I keep breaking the lines without burning, then the Insignia pulls up here
A policeman jumps out of it and that would be it
Who plays warm, who plays closing
Because I have to chase to Smolna Street
I'm waiting for a taxi, but ...
You know what ...
I am a criminal? I'm under arrest?
Really, gentlemen, this is a misunderstanding
I, I don't limit it
It's not like ...
Your Honor, I'm not really an addict
I just like to play, I have a permanent job, I pay taxes
Roadworthy car, OC, AC, Office package is as good as English and French
And that sometimes I will take lines or there are good things
Although I wear tracksuits, I read Prust and I do not start fairy tales in the club, I do not grab women by the buttocks
I bow to the old ladies in the waist and lead them through the belts
She segregates her own and neighbors' rubbish
Let the Court believe my intentions, I promise I'll be polite
I do not want to go to jail, I will do everything in my power not to take anything else, God forbid
But I am begging you, there is a chance that I will make it to the closing, because Nucas is playing on the patio
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