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Martin Gorbunov
Martin Gorbunov
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Ilja Tarasov
Ilja Tarasov
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I don't pick my phone, I know work is due I want to impress her, she cold like her snow Gave her five minutes, now she give me blow Gave her five more, now she position on top Now we riding all the world Now we driving, off the shore For sure, for sure For sure, for sure Keep me blinded, but let me talk Don't give me another fight Weak around, now till you die We flow through the other life I escaped from another life I'm goin straight way, got nothing to hide Gotta go around the town, gotta spend my grind Ain't no pain to maintain, they just wanna fight Holy Grail on a wrist, its my winner time I just woke up, yeah and I'm prepared to fight I'm away, I'm in a rush, riot is my way I'm on a rave, under grave, passing flashy lights Flower boy and me, got no enemies Smoking on a cheese, crystal clear indeed Who you wanna feed, with your hopes and tears Vanity of fame, and this bitch is near Now we riding all the world Now we driving, off the shore For sure, for sure For sure, for sure Now we riding all the world Now we driving, off the shore For sure, for sure For sure, for sure The only pieces out there is out this world The only thing that I believe is lonely sky You know it's life, sometimes it's hard, sometimes you fly And it never ends Give me another reason, to leave my heart, my heart Living without a treason to face a lot, enough (Now I'm breathing) Now we riding all the world Now we driving, off the shore For sure, for sure For sure, for sure Now we riding all the world Now we driving, off the shore For sure, for sure For sure, for sure
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