Алексей Воробьев и Вика Дайнеко - Импровизационный дуэт★★★ | Текст песни

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YA iz pamyati stirayu dozhdyami po steklu
YA budu lastikom
Fantastika
Ubegayu , uletayu
A on prozrachnym stal
YA s chistogo lista hochu listatʹ
A nas prosto ne bylo vsë kak vo sne bylo
Do pory
Igry dlya memory ...

Tolʹko zachem
Prosto molchi
Serdtse , o kom ty placheshʹ i krichishʹ
Vedʹ on tebya ne priruchil
Sovsem ne priruchil
Prosto sotri
Paroli , klyuchi
I nikomu o nem ne govori
Sotri yego iz pamyati
Sotri yego iz pamyati
Sotri

YA iz pamyati stirayu
YA obnulyu yego
I bolʹshe nikogo posle nego
Ponimayu , zabyvayu
I eto prosto tak
On tam gde pustota
Sovsem rastayal
A nas prosto ne bylo
Vsë kak vo sne bylo do pory

(Get em on)
I’m on one
(Get em on)
Fucking I'm on one
(Get em on)
I said I’m on one

I’m getting so throwed
I aint went this hard since I was 18
Apologise if I say, anything I don’t mean
Like whats up with your best friend?
We could all have some fun, believe me
And whats up with those new guys?
And why they think it all comes so easy

But get it while you here boy
Cause all that hype don’t feel the same next year boy
Yeah and I’ll be right here in my spot with a little more cash than I already got
Trippin off you cause you had your shot
With my skin tanned and my hair long
And my fans who been so patient, me and 40 back to work but we still smell like a vacation
Hate the rumours, hate the bullshit
Hate these fucking allegations, I’m just feeling like the throne is for the taking
Watch me take it!

All I care about is money and the city that I’m from
I’ma sip until I feel it, I’ma smoke it till it’s done
And I don’t really give a fuck, and my excuse is that I’m young
And I’m only getting older so somebody shoulda told ya

I’m on one
fuck it, I’m on one
I said I’m on one
fuck it, I’m on one

Two white cups and I got that drink
Could be purple, it could be pink
Depending on how you mix that shit
Money that we got, never get that shit

I’m on one
fucking I’m on one

I’m burning purple flowers
It’s burning my chest
I bury the most cash and burning the rest
Walking on the clouds, suspended in thin air
Do ones beneath me recognise the red bottoms I wear
Burner in the belt
Move the kids to the hills
Bend shawty on the sink, do it for the thrill
Kiss you on ya neck and tell ya everything is great
Even though I out on bond I might be facin’ 8′s
Still running with the same guys til the death of me
Ever seen a million cash, gotta count it carefully
Ever made love to the woman of your dreams
In a room full of money out in London and she screams
Baby, I could take it there
Call Marc Jacobs personally to make a pair
So yeah, we on one, the feeling ain’t fair
And it’s double M G until I get the chair

I walk around the club, fuck everybody
And all my guys got that Heat I feel like Pat Riley
Yeah, too much money, aint enough money
You know the feds listening, what money?
I’m a made guy
I should dust something
You guys on the bench
Like the bus coming
aint nothing sweet but the swishas
I’m focused might aswell say cheese for the pictures
I’m about to go Andre the Giant
You a sell out, but I aint buying
Chopper dissect a guy like science
Put an end to your world like the Mayans
This a celebration bitches, Mazel Tov
It’s a slim chance I fall, Olive Oyl
Tunechi be the name, don’t ask me how I got it
I’m killin’ these hoes I swear I’m tryna stop the violence

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