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Suppress everything within yourself, so as not to feel the pain.

The bottle has run, everything is fine, on the keyboard, people are already adults but still continue to work with tongues, I don't know what will happen next,

Those who called themselves friends brazenly betray, is it worth expecting kindness from a person if they are ungrateful to mom and dad, ungrateful to God, money still rips off masks,

Your price, believe me, is not necessary,

There are many who think highly of themselves, but the benefit is extremely small,

Dirty basements of consciousness, or bright roofs of the soul, but in the soul, everyone is still pure little ones, don't crumble, it's time for ours to leave these microcrashes, I've reached my goal, there are mirages there, tired of the truth, tired of lies, naturally, let's better keep quiet, tired of this, tired of those, tired of empty words, just hug your loved ones, this is Van Loff, brother for brother, brother respects brother, brother bought himself a new tractor, brother laid out everything Everything's on the shelves, factually, my symphony plays in time, where's our money, so-so-so? Who will fate throw at you tomorrow? An envious friend or a dangerous enemy, or maybe a worthy brother, brave as a batyr,

the old-fashioned way, time after time, not a jackal,

jackals on the grill, but no one will eat them, God will judge, I'm not so romantic anymore, airy and light, rap is a sport, I spat out my lungs in it, and almost died, got home, a gray Beemer, I've decided everything, I've thought it through, we smoke less, every day the hustle spins, there's a lot to do, we won't go into details, I made money, ate everyday, on a simple budget in tricot and hoodies, we're still in hip-hop, still in the studio, purely on topic, it doesn't matter who's up to what, rap isn't dead, it doesn't matter if it's in a Toyota or a Suzuki, if the son is a bitch, a creepy son of a bitch, how are we doing? Things are great, Aunt Nina was making the bed by the fireplace, life is clay, look what she's molded, pieces of soul from pieces of plasticine,

Time will divide, water will wash away, night will come, morning, but not everyone gets up in the morning, with Brazil at namaz in the Caucasus or Kazakhstan, thoughts give to someone, extinguish someone, life humiliates someone, beautifies someone, and my brother shines like a crucian carp, and my brother is just my brother, our dear one, rest in peace.

Suppress everything within yourself, so as not to feel the pain.

The bottle has run away, everything is fine, on the keyboard, people are already adults but still continue to wag their tongues, I don't know what will happen next,

Those who called themselves friends are brazenly betraying, is it worth expecting kindness from a person who is ungrateful to mom and dad, ungrateful to God, money still rips off masks,

your price, believe me, this is not necessary.