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Π½ΠΎΡΠ½ΠΎΠΉ ᴦоᴩод Π½ΠΈα΄ΠΎα΄¦Π΄α΄ нᴠᴨᴩинα΄Π΄α΄§α΄ΠΆα΄α΄§ α΄α΄Κ, α΄α΄ΠΎ ᴦᴩоΚΡᴠᴦоΚΠΎα΄©ΠΈα΄. ΠΎΠ½ ΠΎα΄α΄α΄Ρα΄α΄Ρ Π·α΄ α΄α΄ΚΠΈ, α΄α΄ΠΎ ΡΚα΄α΄α΄ ΚΡΠ±ΠΈα΄©α΄α΄Ρ Κα΄α΄©Π½ΡΠΉ Κα΄α΄©Ι―α΄©Ρα΄, Π΄α΄α΄©ΠΆα΄α΄Ρ α΄α΄ΠΎα΄©ΠΎα΄α΄Ρ ΠΈ ᴨᴩиниΚα΄α΄Ρ α΄©α΄Ι―α΄Π½ΠΈΡ Π±α΄Π· ᴧиɯнα΄α΄¦ΠΎ Ι―ΡΚα΄. α΄α΄α΄¦ΠΎΠ΄Π½Ρ Π½α΄Ι―ΠΈ доᴩоᴦи α΄Ρ
ΠΎΠ΄Ρα΄α΄Ρ Κ ΠΎΠ΄Π½ΠΎΠΉ α΄ΠΎΡα΄Π΅.
@ARLANSKIE ΠΈ @SaintDouHell
Π·α΄α΄α΄§ΡΡα΄Ρα΄ α΄ΠΎΡΠ·.
Π½α΄ α΄©α΄Π΄ΠΈ α΄α΄©α΄α΄ΠΈΚоᴦо Π·α΄α΄¦ΠΎα΄§ΠΎΚα΄α΄. Π½α΄ α΄©α΄Π΄ΠΈ α΄α΄©α΄α΄α΄ΠΎα΄¦ΠΎ α΄ΠΎα΄α΄©ΡΠ΄Π½ΠΈΡα΄α΄α΄Κα΄. ΚΡ ΚΡΠ±ΠΈα΄©α΄α΄Κ доᴧᴦΡΡ Π΄ΠΈα΄α΄α΄Π½ΡΠΈΡ, ΚΠ·α΄ΠΈΚΠ½ΠΎα΄ ΡΚα΄ΠΆα΄Π½ΠΈα΄ ΠΈ ΠΎΠ±ΡΡΡ Ρα΄α΄§Ρ. ᴨΡα΄α΄Ρ ΟΆα΄ΠΎα΄ α΄ΠΎΡΠ· α΄α΄α΄Π½α΄α΄ α΄ΡΡ ΠΎΠ΄Π½ΠΎΠΉ доᴩоᴦой, Π½α΄ α΄ΠΎα΄ΠΎα΄©ΠΎΠΉ нᴠᴨᴩинΡα΄ΠΎ α΄ΚΠΎα΄©α΄ΡΠΈΚα΄α΄Ρ.
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24/7, now, I know you'll never stop
Thinking of a heaven that you know you never got
Wanted to believe you that I'm needed but I'm not
Just in case you wondered how I made it to the top
I'll never spend the summer telling mean girls that I'm hot
πΆοΈβοΈβοΈβοΈβοΈβοΈβοΈβοΈβοΈYou can buy them diamonds with the money you don't got (It's okay) If you don't stay I won't complain I don't want you here anyway It's not the same I'm in so low that I can't go out Can't let them see that I'm not proud to wear your chain
I ain't even tryin' Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Fuck tryin' Our industry dies, dies, dies
π€©π€© π€©π€©π€©π€©I promise I'll never be just another memory Never leaving out of your head β I'M A BLACHOLE β NEVER A MEMORY
Whatever happened to the young, young lovers?
One got shot and the other got lost in
Drugs and punks and blood on the street
Blood, blood on her knees
Bloody history (yeah)
Whatever happened to the hayloft?
π€©π€©π€©π€©π€©π€©π€©π€©π€©π€©Burnt to the ground, and what about Pop? He took his ass back to the crack shack With his long johns on, singing that old song My baby's got a gun, my baby's got a gun My baby's got a gun, I better run My baby's got a gun, it goes Boom, boom, crack, ga-ga-ga-ga, boom, boom
