Текст песни Володя Рапер - Такой не один

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Drugs - poison. Who's afraid of injections as I am?
Nothing has changed. All the way there are another fifty years.
But the perception of the so-plant on the buzz and corruption, it must be so,
With all the dreams abut only grown tobacco. Do not go back.

And what lies ahead? What we will meet on the way?
We have nineteen do not want anything, bitch, anyway.
What is behind almost forgotten. And to read right now, are you?
Fashion changes so fast people the plant. It's just a show-off.

Drugs - poison. They hooked me.
If uncle thought that over two hundred and twenty-eighth, we do not bullshit me.
There would be one was glad if & quot; Black Square & quot; It allowed for the masses.
I'm for Legalize brother. I'm for Legalize.

In the south of the border in the blood. Plus the media provocation.
Someone had a finger did not hit, but would not see all this fuss.
Someone knocked. There has been an explosion.
Mom was crying bitterly - the son of the war of the mind and hemp.

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This is not just poetry.
Experiences again for a bit.
Worried to each life,
Who is behind krapalit.

This is not just poetry.
Prose expresses this motif.
Again bezvylazno home I inhale the smoke.
I am not alone.

I am not alone here. We are here with you are not alone.
You see how many people are immersed in the smoke. Burn days.
I am not alone here. We are here with you are not alone.
You see how many people are immersed in the smoke. Burn days.

I am not alone here. We are here with you are not alone.
You see how many people are immersed in the smoke. Burn days.
I am not alone here. We are here with you are not alone.
You see how many people are immersed in the smoke.

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Time does not take care.
Tailwind who seriously.
I know, I have yet.
And after Napas starts counting.

And then again a couple of bass tones,
Knocks sushnyak caffeine with milk,
Feats with boys, selling bits.
Again blows fucking bong.

=============== =============== CHORUS
This is not just poetry.
Experiences again for a bit.
Worried to each life,
Who is behind krapalit.

This is not just poetry.
Prose expresses this motif.
Again bezvylazno home I inhale the smoke.
I am not alone.

I am not alone here. We are here with you are not alone.
You see how many people are immersed in the smoke. Burn days.
I am not alone here. We are here with you are not alone.
You see how many people are immersed in the smoke. Burn days.

I am not alone here. We are here with you are not alone.
You see how many people are immersed in the smoke. Burn days.
I am not alone here. We are here with you are not alone.
You see how many people are immersed in the smoke. Burn days.