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Мой личный карантин, где обрел 1.30, 1.30 

Мой личный карантин, где обрел 1.30 

 Медленно тает моя жизнь как соль на ботинках
И я не знаю исход

touch u
let me touch u again
touch u like i mean it
let me send u half way to heaven
half way to heaven girl
(x2)

1.30 babe
ur officially late
i kno u

0.56 – 1.04   /   1.30 -  1.41  /   1.52 – 1.57 / 1.58 !!!!!  / 4.21 -  4.28   / 
2.15 bis 2.19 doppeln
Flanke, Kopfball, Tor, Jubel.  (Background)!

This is me 

This is me 
Time stamps 
1-38 intro
39-1.05 verse 1 
1.05 - 1.30 chorus 
1.31 -1.53 verse 2 
1.54 -2.24 chorus 
2.25 verse 3 /outro

To de choppa carregada
tu quer ver oq acontece
se brota é só pipoco
pentão de 1.30 ta na bag
tenho grillz dente de ouro
corrente brilha tipo ice

a mad ting
The way we ride out is the finest
Leave no traces plain silence
Bro just come out on bail
Supplying alla the fiends on road
1.30 in the morning

Садись со мной, в 1.30 начинается "Чужой"
В окне горят фейерверки в честь чьего-то дня, а я кладу ладонь
На серый кардиган и всё бы ничего
Но розовеет пол,

a mad ting
The way we ride out is the finest
Leave no traces plain silence
Bro just come out on bail
Supplying alla the fiends on road
1.30 in the morning

a mad ting
The way we ride out is the finest
Leave no traces plain silence
Bro just come out on bail
Supplying alla the fiends on road
1.30 in the morning

1.30 in the morning
And finish about 5 o clock in the morning
Because we are creatiive minds
When the moon comes out
Your creative juices start to flow

missão pro boladão

Na procura do cifrão 
Pra ficar forte firmão Convocou mais nove irmão 
G-13 falo de ladrão 1.30 AK trovão

sabes soy 7anyCésar

1.30

De ayer extraño a esa luna roja
Con más razón a aquella pelirroja
Quien conducía mi vida no era yo
La cuchara palpita y su cara

Yeah, it's 1.30 for me, but, um
Yeah, man, I'm tired of
Like, we weren't born to pay bills
I just heard that song
By the name of Dee-1 Music

But,

like Optimus in my prime
Spittin' rhymes to grit and grind
Shit, this the time, it's like 1.30 in the morning
But my brain is over here rainin' and still

the autobahn
In pure, auroric bronzest dawn
1.30
Cancer calmly, as we flirt
I touch the satin of your skirt
Preparing for a second spurt
I grip the reins