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[Lyrics of the song "Hammered"]

[Verse 1]
I'm got so high, so as not to get nervous from the fact that you're stupid
Monday for work. Don't you want to? You can fuck off
You can gather fuckers, but you can't buy a relationship
Do you want fame? But then you want to sleep. Are you kidding?
It's not your yard in my window, there are more meetings in my window
I woke up the day before yesterday, you woke up in the evening (what?)
What kind of fucking money? What kind of fucking money?
Everything that could have dripped to you was sacrificed to rent
I know you're all so fucking trendy, but on a fucking Tuesday at 7:30 am
The trend is only brains and the desire to earn, stupid
All the necеssary numbers are in the phonе. In the phone you hit likes for women
And I'm just so stoned to be in focus
My life is a clip, but not in focus
On Wednesday, I'm just so stoned, but I'm in good shape, at lunch I have a bonus
At 3 pm — at Balenciaga, at 5 pm — at Converse
By the evening I was at the recording studio, at the club and was in the office
And what did you do? (y)

[Chorus]
On Monday you're hammered, on Tuesday you're fucked up
On Wednesday-Wednesday in no way, exactly the same on Thursday
On Friday you're trashed until Saturday, on Sunday — in withdrawal
I was stoned all the time, but I was always busy while you were hammered
On Tuesday you're fucked up
On Wednesday-Wednesday in no way, exactly the same on Thursday
On Friday you're trashed until Saturday, on Sunday — in withdrawal
I was stoned all the time, but I was always busy while you were hammered
[Verse 2]
On Thursday, I'm with 104, by two was seven o'clock on my feet
Confused about new varieties, on Friday at airports
On Saturday, still stoned and still in good shape
Still stoned and still in good shape
From Thursday (tongue slurring)

[Interlude]
Jewellery shine brighter than the eyes, because they are so
Lonely under the Gucci glasses
Jewellery shine brighter than the eyes, because they are so
Lonely under the Gucci glasses
Under the Gucci glasses
(Wake Up!)
(To make fucking more money!)
(Wrap the money in a rubber band pack by pack, pack by pack!)

[Verse 3]
Everything with myself through people's conversations
Through the gossips of whores
I'm in the backyard, and not giving a fuck on the status of a "star"
Yeah! In glasses because of red eyes
The Kazakh thought for everyone

The best years and family on the scales
There are only rolls, loot and weights on the horizon
When I'm around, there's condensation on you
I forgot myself: am I trash or am I a elite?
The parties are all rattling around, but I didn't come to hang out:
I'll eat your dreams instead of half a wheel
I'll eat their wallets, and then I'll throw them away
Everything is with me, I'm through people's excuses
I hate children behaviour, I don't like babbling
Fuck their singing, fuck hip hop
When there is no time for a sandwich
Two sandwiches of two 500 grand each
You can fly into Wednesdays straight from Saturdays
Fuck the fakes, rent, escort
Fuck the gloom, sadness and delight
[Outro]
Everything with myself through people's conversations
Through the gossips of whores
I'm in the backyard, and not giving a fuck on the status of a "star"
Yeah! In glasses because of red eyes
The Kazakh thought for everyone