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[Lyrics of the song "1000"]

[Verse 1]
Dry as asphalt in the area in the center
With memory, from every crack
Sometimes there are problems with memory
Problems are better solved, not left on a hanger
Calls, questions, who will throw a topic
Should I take cigarettes or you have an apparatus?
Now, a couple of minutes I'll get dressed hastily
A couple of years flew by, only the character remained
Sobered up, wipe your saliva
Cut a couple of salaries from this field
"We have problems again"
Why don't I have them? Neither before nor after the underground (M?)
No, brothers are needed not in feasts
Brothers are not needed at all
But, fuck, if you're a brother, then move like this
To make all our sons proud tomorrow
No, friendship doesn't know no price
And you unreliable, the connection is not in the tattoos
All my brothers are different, Luxs on jackets
Guys with exquisite taste and on sportswear
The point is not about the looks — it's clear even to children
The bottom line is that when I hear bullshit, I put on earplugs
But you don't understand that you can't wash off all these stains
[Bridge]
What are you looking at? Ha

[Chorus]
Do you want to take a bitch or take a gun?
Take a glass or half?
Bitch is close, bitch is so close
That I feel a breath in my back
A thousand of looks on me, on me, on me (On me!)
Thousand of looks on me, on me, on me (On me!)
Do you want to take a bitch or take a gun?
Take a glass or half?
Bitch is close, bitch is so close
That I feel a breath in my back
A thousand of looks on me, on me, on me (On me!)
Thousand of looks on me, on me, on me (On me!)

[Verse 2]
My horizon is gray, the nits lack faith in themselves
And they believe that I'm enjoying the smell of a career (But, first of all)
These shoes don't fit them — they wanted to be like me
But my shoes don't fit them
These guys have a fucking bitch syndrome (Not)
No, more precisely, the half-fucked bitch (The Nit wants)
The nit wants my success, not noticing my path
But I don't give a shit: am I the last on this list or the first
Baby loves mom more sweets
The baby knows the world not from the news
And if fame does not give us an opportunity to help
We can simply fuck off with it
Mom just wanted me to be educated (Nevertheless)
I'm losing sleep at night not for hanging out
Although it seems that all my friends are a joint and malt (For sure?)
But I made both the group and the solo
("Where did you get time among drunks, with drugs? What, do you want to take it?)
[Chorus]
Bitch or take a gun?
Take a glass or half?
Bitch is close, bitch is so close
That I feel a breath in my back
A thousand of looks on me, on me, on me (On me!)
Thousand of looks on me, on me, on me (On me!)
Do you want to take a bitch or take a gun?
Take a glass or half?
Bitch is close, bitch is so close
That I feel a breath in my back
A thousand of looks on me, on me, on me (On me!)
Thousand of looks on me, on me, on me (On me!)