...м-да....солнце....весна....закрыл глаза...тёплый апрельский ветер в лицо...строй...плац...жмут сапоги.....давно не писал домой...как семья...все мои семь я.....спать...хочу....наряд..в неочереди...за курение ...в строю...ночью замерз....днём сгорел...нежрал....неуспел...пора...пора возвращаться...к действительности...взвооод *цензура*...мааарш *цензура*....песнююю бляяяяя...запеее...вй....YO!...let's go...go-go-go...ииииии........
back to reality, op'
there goes gravity, op'
there goes gravity, choke
he's so mad but he, won't
give up that easy, nope
he won't have it he, knows
he's whole back city's, ropes
it don't matter he's, dope
he knows that but he's, broke
he so sad that he, knows
when he goes back to this moble home
that's when, it's
back to the lab again, yo
this whole raps city better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass
him you betta
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