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Route 14 Box 308 She said goodbye at the cattle-guard gate Hoping she would find her a place in the world With her mind made up and tears in her eyes It almost made her daddy cry He said don't forget to call when you get there girl Driving on that two lane road hoping she might find A whole lot more waiting up ahead than what she left behind Moving upstairs, downtown Life's too short to be hanging around She's eighteen and it's time she got out of the woods She's getting out while the getting's good All bills paid and a room with a view She's unpacked a dish or two She just got her phone turned on today There's a big old world waiting just outside As she's thumbing through the classifieds Looking for work and any old job's okay Driving on that cross-town freeway hoping she might find A whole lot more waiting up ahead than what she left behind Living upstairs, downtown Life's too short to be hanging around She's eighteen and it's time she got out of the woods She's getting out while the getting's good Then she lost her job at the grocery store And the wolf came knocking at the door Red notice said they turned off her telephone There's nothing left for her to do, so she's packed up a thing or two Loaded her car down, now she's headed home Driving on that two lane road hoping she might find A whole lot more waiting up ahead than what she left behind Living upstairs, downtown Life's too short to be hanging around She's eighteen and it's time she got back to the woods She's getting out while the getting's good
Bitch, you try me and get whacked, I promise this is not the way Know she wanna fuck 'cause she keep staring in my Cartier I think about guns and money sixty times throughout the day Nobody safe, you can't go get shit to stop these .308s, on God On Chopper Gang, on So Icy G, this my squad Brr, brr, lay up grass in your yard Nigga, 413 Gang, ayy (SpiffoMadeIt, bitch) 1017 on my damn chain, brr
Some kids grew up on mean streets Dealin' with the crips and bloods But me I was born on a back road In a 4X4 rollin' through the mud The street kid deals with the dealer And he's always watchin' his back Me, I'm watchin' a line, with a woman of mine Down by the creek bank shack Give me a .308 and a shotgun And a gallon of homemade wine Drop me off on a mountainside Where the bear and the deer reside I'll spend my nights sittin' round the fire Makin' this guitar ring I'll be doin' fine underneath the pines While the world goes down the drain Just to dwell on life in the city Is makin' my blood run cold 'Cause miles and miles of concrete Eats away at the human soul When you live and die in the country There's a little that your heart can mourn With your hands in the dirt and a little work You can weather out any storm Give me a .308 and a shotgun And a gallon of homemade wine Drop me off on a mountainside Where the bear and the deer reside I'll spend my nights sittin' round the fire Makin' this guitar ring I'll be doin' fine underneath the pines While the world goes down the drain I'll be doin' fine underneath the pines While the world goes down the drain
How someone I only had sex once with gon' try to have a kid by me? Once you cross that line, you dead, really, that's how it is with me Brodie got rich off of Percs, he sell 'em for twenty-five a piece My lil' scammin'-ass bitch made a quarter-million in a week I ain't never thirsty, run into a ho and don't even speak Got that blick on me in public, hope they think it's only me This shit different, they gotta go through my assistant, just to reach me If nobody else gon' show 'em, I'll teach 'em, yeah (I'll teach 'em) Outside in your city, lookin' good (lookin' good) It's a Draco' call it Wish A Nigga Would, it got wood on it And she think that she special, but I'm good on her (good on her) Handle business like I'm 'posed to, everything I say, I stood on it Outside in your city, lookin' good (lookin' good) It's a Draco' call it Wish A Nigga Would, it got wood on it And she think that she special, but I'm good on her (good on her) Handle business like I'm 'posed to, everything I say, I stood on it
(Reed, run it back) Fuckin' 'round with you, I don't wanna be loved, you got me feelin' a way Mm, yeah Pray for me, mama Listen, I don't wanna hurt anybody, my bitch is a brat, had to Birkin her body I don't need a bodyguard, only got bodyguards with me 'cause I don't want bro catchin' bodies I'm in the A and I still got the pocket rocket on me, niggas be slow with the traffic If No got it on him, yopu know he gon' pop it Dubai got it on him, you know he gon' pop it And black tips, blue tips, RIPs, even .308s in the chopper Lot of niggas hate on me in these streets, please just pray for me, mama Me, Tough and Montana was runnin' the streets and we ain't believe in the karma I wouldn't be tuckin' the grip in the car tires if the fuckin' police wasn't on us And I'm unbreakable, nothin' but glass on my wrist, turn into Split when I wanna Turn to a beast when I wanna, turn to a beast, turn to a beast if I wanna You don't wanna be Alpo, you don't wanna Guapo, in these streets, you don't wanna Gotta be fly as hell, man, free YSL and don't go talk about shit you seen Free that boy Slime out the cell, brodie be movin' like Jimmy and I'm like Sheen It's so hard to tell, the nigga that might just sell might be in your team Like Vince Carter, yeah, I've been ballin' so damn long, yeah Shows in Toronto, all my bros gettin' booed at parties, yeah Smokin', drinkin' like it's no tomorrow Floatin', lookin' out, I need to ride the boat Off the, I've been off the, look Off the, I've been off the, mm I've been up a couple of days, I've been workin' so hard and I told her I feel like a zombie If I take your soul and then you take my soul away, baby, then fuck it, we both Illuminati And my heart was broke when I met you, manipulative ways, you was just tryna line me And I was so broke when I met you, wore Nike tech for days, got 'em off of the swipers Niggas ain't never outside and you know that my revenue always be poppin' (poppin') I just might be fuckin' they bitch, so whatever they be say don't have me bothered (bothered) I like when she stand on her feet, when she ride it and drop it like Megan Thee Stallion Cameras on me, I got money on me and my hoodie on, that's how you know I'm on timin' The fuck I look like havin' smoke with a rapper?
Burn him, dump his body by the bleachers Now I need another Glock I'm finna tax him for the features Call up Sito tell him leak 'em Half these niggas out here tweakin' Have your house shot up and Twitter beefing Why these niggas wanna play with they life Nigga this ain't that Pull up with a 308 nigga you can put lil Tec Get Bandana on the line and tell That nigga make a mess Ain't gonna catch me with no rookies Every nigga 'round me vets Go get dumped, you disrespect Four headshots, boy fuck that vet Gang way not from I'm Clayton county to the death 50 gang boy what's your set 23 nigga murder for the bands Bitch i'm really see me bet you see my twin On gang way posted with my twin Got a FN I don't like Mac 10 I been on the set Double VVs on my neck, it get wet Sit this lil bitch down she gonna get it Imma hit that pussy once Never think about licking (Lil Boat)
Ima Beast Faness Moet Niggas don't be keeping they word Shit makes me so angry sometimes Niggas don't be keeping they word Repeating shit that they heard Out here putting 50-on-10 Flexing and trying to pretend I be so 30-8, Hot 30-8, Hot 30-8, Hot 30-8 I be so 30-8, Hot 30-8, Hot The Real Recognize Real & The Fake Who ever told these niggas that they were Bosses Man, kill all that noise, bring out the coffins I don't address issues like this that often but, lately, niggas been acting like they from Austin Texas..., acting all big and major Talking all that shit, but still ask for favors They ain't riders, they ain't crusaders They just followers, just around like neighbors Makes me mad when you know they faking Just because you smoke, that don't make you Jamaican That don't make you a Rasta Just because you got dreads, don't make you a Shotta That just makes you fraud Trying to get accepted, showing off for the squad Thinking they hard Shit real cool until you pull they card, au Niggas don't be keeping they word Repeating shit that they heard Out here putting 50-on-10 Flexing and trying to pretend I be so 30-8, Hot 30-8, Hot 30-8, Hot 30-8 I be so 30-8, Hot 30-8, Hot The Real Recognize Real & The Fake Niggas always want to act big and tough They cause a huge scene, they just huff and puff Until a Real man come through and call they bluff I said, I don't do much, I just pull out and Well, Enough is enough.
Fee-fi-fo-fum, run from me (uh), my hand on a chopper, I might squeeze (uh) I headshot, headshot, Uncut Gems (ayy), hit you, you, you and all your friends Okay, I'ma bring a knife to a gun fight (yeah), I'ma bring a dog to a cockfight (okay) I'ma bring a gun to an airsoft game, .308 make a kid go night-night Hey, inside your home, while you alone, wait 'til you drop dead (uh) Uh, inside your home, full metal chrome, wait 'til you drop dead (uh) Drop dead, drop dead Drop dead, ayy, ayy (ah) Drop dead, drop dead Drop dead, drop dead (ah) Drop dead, drop dead Drop dead, ayy, ayy (ah) Drop dead, drop dead Drop dead, drop dead (ah)
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, don't change this one bro, trust me this one hard bro Yeah, let this shit play out All these girl overweight (ugh) From the 308 (ugh) I'm telling yall bruh (failed Junior High) White boy from the country, let me tell you something Grew up with nothing, but I still be stuntin Failed junior high, but I'm still going to college Doing my thing from the 308, all these girls overweight Let's celebrate where I originate, surrounded by hicks, they all act the same I didn't grow up with boots handed to me I like fashion so I don't wear dirty jeans Only thing I smoke is that Mary Jane Don't hand me a beer, I got smoke in my veins Pass me the liquor, Ima ball like LeBron James I was different from the white folks that I hung around Don't blame me, I was raised in the dog pound Call me AD, I'm always getting the rebounds Playing this shit, on the motherfucking surround sound Put yourself in my shoes, you know what my life about I'm from the 308, 308, real country boy here, 308 Don't come around me thinking we cool I still beat your ass when we played that game pool 308, 308, yeah, all these fucking hicks act the same I ain't the one to blame, that you still boof Get the fuck away from me, you still bitch proof 308, the 308 Man, fuck the 308 for real I don't even like that place
Stacks up Too tall Flow cold Menthol 3:08 PM I'm stuck off indo Stacks up Too tall Flow cold Menthol 3:08 PM I'm stuck off indo Aye, watch how I do it to her She bend it like Beckham, I do it to her Wrist on freeze She on her knees, and I'm eating Vietnamese Bumping that Capital STEEZ Burnt, surfing on skis Blame it on trees Plural Hop on this beat like a hurdle,aye Getting green like a turtle Ramen on stove and the heat up Girlie on bed and her feet up Niggas slang dope like it's nunchucks You talk too much homie just shut up You talk too much homie just shut up Stacks up Too tall Flow cold Menthol 3:08 PM I'm stuck off indo Stacks up Too tall Flow cold Menthol 3:08 PM I'm stuck off indo Wrist froze Ten toes Up, face down, gimme nose Wait gimme those, aye Bitches on a pole I don't wanna know No one knows but my flow cold Hey Stacks up Too tall Flow cold Menthol 3:08 PM I'm stuck off indo Stacks up Too tall Flow cold Menthol 3:08 PM I'm stuck off indo Stacks up Too tall Flow cold Menthol 3:08 PM I'm stuck off indo Stacks up Too tall Flow cold Menthol 3:08 PM I'm stuck off indo
Stacks up Too tall Flow cold Menthol 3:08 PM I'm stuck Off indo Stacks up Too tall Flow cold Menthol 3:08 PM I'm stuck Off indo Stacks up Too tall Flow cold Menthol 3:08 PM I'm stuck Off indo Stacks up Too tall Flow cold Menthol 3:08 PM I'm stuck Off indo
(Oh) Busco salida pero no hay puerta Y las ventanas no se pueden abrir Sólo me ven desde afuera Ellos me dejan morir (Oh - oh - oh) (Oh - oh - oh) Habitación 308 Habitación 308 Habitación 308 Habitación.. Habitación 308 Habitación 308 Habitación 308 Habitación 308
Man, that's fuckin' small Mixed heritage got them feeling so confused My bars got your whole timeline looking bruised Typing from ya basement, acting like you know me Cultural tourist? Nah, this shit flows deep in me Every comment section filled with poison pens But I'm building empires while you're judging trends [Chorus] 308 ways they try to break me down 308 reasons why I wear this crown Can't put me in your box, I break the mold My culture ain't for sale, it can't be sold 308, yeah, 308 [Verse 2] Kora in my blood, trap beats in my veins You post about authenticity while I'm making flames Got my notifications blowing up with hate But every diss just adds more power to my plate Belgian blogs can't comprehend my fusion flow Think they own the culture?
He tryna run but ill catch up Im in hellcat Spraying 308s I'll dump the mag and pop his rims out Truly im the threat and that he know So he gon stay back He not gon pull up he know That my shooters are on standby Don't mess with robots We gon take your head Spin it off the axis Buckshot Put a hundred splinters See who really passes I'm counting one, two, three, four, five Bodies on the floor Took em out Long range SR-24 I cant hang around you You an opp Yo homie in a casket Tell you stop Homeboy think he better Hes a mess 223 gon put a hole Inside his head He tryna run but ill catch up Im in hellcat Spraying 308s I'll dump the mag and pop his rims out Truly im the threat and that he know So he gon stay back He not gon pull up he know That my shooters are on standby He tryna run but ill catch up Im in hellcat Spraying 308s I'll dump the mag and pop his rims out Truly im the threat and that he know So he gon stay back He not gon pull up he know That my shooters are on standby
Nigga want smoke with the gang, ain't talking 'bout shit (Ain't talking 'bout shit) Glock with a 3 inch barrel it got that kick (Got that kick) Damn I'm still screaming "Free My Twin" shouldn't have took that lick (Shouldn't have Took That lick) Vest on vest off 308 still gone hit (Brrrd, brrrd) How you gone be mad at me that the 556 rip? (Brrrd) This on my mama boy, ima always use my drip You can't be mad at me cause yo' partner just got drilled (Yea he got drilled) Give him a Glock and a fresh box, tell him "Go Spin" (Spin) Whole city know 308 for the win (For the win) Love how the 762 get to hittin' (Get to hittin') Pink runtz, Gelato 43, they be on that shit (Gelato) Nigga got slapped with the fye, bruh swear he dropped a tooth Everybody know 308 take singles off your roof (What?)
VERSE: Let's get drunk, make mistakes Can't relate Slow for what Will you be My company Break it down Slow it up Pass It up Can you play Bad things Don't run away HOOK: Oooooooo all I wanna say It's a party in room 308 Ooooooooooo throwing a parade Never early make it to the party late Oooooooo all I wanna say It's a party in room 308 Ooooooooooo throwing a parade Never early make it to the party late VERSE: 1am We walked up Drunk as f*** Stash the weed In my bag I can't go back Break it down Slow it up Pass it Can you play Bad things Don't run away HOOK: Oooooooo all I wanna say It's a party in room 308 Ooooooooooo throwing a parade Never early make it to the party late Oooooooo all I wanna say It's a party in room 308 Ooooooooooo throwing a parade Never early make it to the party late
no And the Adderall keeping me, up Fuck it I'll sip on some Hennessy, yup Do I send shots at the enemy? yup Can a lame ass bitch be a friend of me? no 308s make a nigga run track meet I'm a real solid nigga if you gon' ask me One perc' won't work Nigga had to go and pop three Niggas can't run the money up like me Niggas can't shoot up ya block like me Niggas can't knock off your top like me 308s make a nigga run track meet I'm a real solid nigga if you gon' ask me One perc' won't work Nigga had to go and pop three Niggas can't run the money up like me Niggas can't shoot up ya block like me Niggas can't knock off your top like me
No negotiations boy we deadlocked Subsonic 308s coming red hot They got you under the scope sitting in red dots Nobody protecting you from the headshot (Headshot) Uh the suppressor getting red hot Nobody protecting you from the headshot Got you under the scope sitting in red dots Nobody protecting you from the headshot (Nah) Bring it raw if you want the war Coladas at the Borgata Trilly done hit a score Chipped up and left 10 'bout to hit the shore Crash dummies be speeding until they hit a wall Steady pace never erratic My shorty move fast she on her Danica Patrick Forty cal in the extender just for the static Stiletto nails gunmetal paint monochromatic Wa da da dang Wa da da da da dang Listen to the sound of my gun blow bang (Come again) Wa da da dang Wa da da da da dang Listen to the sound of my gun blow blaow (Headshot) No negotiations boy we deadlocked Subsonic 308s coming red hot They got you under the scope sitting in red dots Nobody protecting you from the headshot (Headshot) Uh the suppressor getting red hot Nobody protecting you from the headshot Got you under the scope sitting in red dots Nobody protecting you from the headshot (Nah) I roll Backwoods and Entourage Chadwick Ave. that's my entourage (South ward) Loyalty yo to my squad We form Voltron and beat the odds (Zoo Crew) This A to the iz-R 15 Will blow your whole noodle out Leak out your whole spleen I'm sober no codeine Zantacs and morphine I see what you dudes about I'll empty this whole thing mufucka Wa da da dang Wa da da da da dang Listen to the sound of my gun blow bang (Come again) Wa da da dang Wa da da da da dang Listen to the sound of my gun blow blaow (Headshot) No negotiations boy we deadlocked Subsonic 308s coming red hot They got you under the scope sitting in red dots Nobody protecting you from the headshot (Headshot) Uh the suppressor getting red hot Nobody protecting you from the headshot Got you under the scope sitting in red dots Nobody protecting you from the headshot (Nah) Ok, fuck Franks I'm red hot Sauce 'em with the red dot Turn your dreadlocks to one of them things Miguel rock Oh you don't fuck with B Wells?
Are you ready You at the studio or somethin ? Palm Angel, chrome Heart I came through fresh as fuck You ain't even got 10,000 You need to step it up (Step it up) I remember masking up Tryin to set that up Got my foot up on they neck, I'm gon' keep going I can't let back up Ha, Ha, it's funny I know why you mad Cause you broke as fuck I fucked they head up I came through slidin Tinted Bentley, truck Ha Ha Don't make me get back in that field Go have to gear back up (Gear back up) .223 - .308 You can't get back up Don't make me get back in that field Go have to gear back up (gear back up) .223 - .308 You can't get back up Palm, Angel Chrome Heart I came through fresh, as fuck You ain't even got 10,000 You need to step it up (Step it up) I remember masking up Trying to set that up Got my foot up on they neck I'm gon' keep going I can't let back up Ha, Ha, it's funny I know why you mad Cause you broke as fuck I fucked they head up I came through slidin Tinted Bentley Truck (Ha, Ha) Don't make me get back in that field Go' have to gear back up (Gear back up) .223 - .308 You can't get back up (Get back up) My plug just sent 100 P's I told bro, Bet that up Don't make me get back in that field Go have to gear back up .223 - .308 You can't get back up (Get back up) .223 - .308 You can't get back up Yeah, yeah, You down bad with no money Stressing bout that bitch Who you fooling with them dubs Boy, you not that rich (not that rich) We put pressure up on shit This shit get intense (Intense) I jump straight up off the porch Had to hop that fence You down bad with no money Stressing bout that bitch (Stressing bout that bitch) We put pressure up on shit This shit get intense (Intense) I jump straight up off the porch Had to hop that fence (Hop that fence) Palm angel, Chrome heart I came through fresh as fuck You ain't even got 10,000 You need to step it up (Step it up) I remember masking up Tryin to set that up Got my foot up on they neck I'm gon' keep goin I can't let back up Get back up Ha Ha, it's funny I know why you mad Cause you broke as fuck I fucked they head up I came through slidin Tinted, Bentley Truck Don't make me get back in that Field Go' have to gear back up .223 - .308 You can't get back up My plug just sent 100 hundred P's I told bro, Bet that up Don't make me get back in that Field Go' have to gear back up .223 - .308 You can't get back up Don't make me get back in that Field Go have to gear back up
I was going out then, to the side of the sea With the green tee that they told me not to wear It didnt make sense, how did I suppose to believe I lit my cig then, on the side of the sea With the green tee that supposed to make me cursed It was nonsense, that was what i still believed Then the wave came It took me to your realm I felt your magic in my vein Though i doubted you before I worship you now 308 I know your room now I know where to go to see your good look I’m addicted now Yes I‘m addicted, to your magic Cause every time you do it, I feel half dead though I’m alive Well those sensations, It feels better than the drugs Oh my lady, i will do what you want Cause yeah you have me, both my body and my soul Now im your puppet, yes your wish is my command Oh please my queen Take me to your realm I feel your magic in my vein though I doubted you before I worship/adore you now 308 I know your room now I know where to go To see your good look Im addicted now
I'm tryna fuck on this hoe Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah Gwuap Gang really, steppin' on your hoe I already know she tryna suck up on my dick, I gotta go I'm using all the fuckin' chopsticks, I'll aim it at your face I put you dead in the box, I'm tryna.. I put you dead in the box, I'm tryna fuck with your bae She tryna suck up on my dick, I know her tryna get bae Mmm, you tryna play with 308 308, knock a nigga off, I'm on the map 308, hit a nigga dead in his back 308, ah 308 with a switch, shootin' straight 308 with a switch, shootin' straight through your back I don't give a fuck, you like a hundred yards deep in the back Uh, in the back of your fuckin' yard I'm just gonna hit you with that headshot, now you gone Damn, hundred round out that bit Now you deader than a fuckin' fuckin' on that bit I just gotta go, I'm runnin' four, five, six I just gotta go, I'm used to seven, six, two Uh, five, five, sixes go right through the fuckin' face I don't give a fuck, I'm just tryna drink the..
Off this za for 100 days nigga I been rolling I told my momma that i got i gotta make it i ain't choice I'm only fucking with the fam yeah they treat me like the voice Like dominos we gon be up at yo door just like delivery Modified 308s gon take you out your misery Touching money everyday man my life really a victory Better stay up out the water cause this shit get slippery
Why you trippin baby how you gonna lie to me Why you fishin baby why you test almighty B Now you killing baby 308 that's a dream Now we all up in your mind now we all up on the grind Why you trippin baby how you gonna lie to me Why you fishin baby why you test almighty B Now you killing baby 308 that's a dream Now we all up in your mind now we all up on the grind Now lil mama why you trippin why you always with the drama now you hit Yeah we carry blicks dfg we always around them sticks I've been focus on my grind I ain't worried about a bitch I've been trying to chase a bag you know I gotta keep them sticks I've been so low in my life yeah almighty All this money keeping up with mid life alrighty I've been stabbed a couple of times but I act alright I'm destined for the win we aim for them green lights I got your girl now you tripping yeah we on a mission I take the ball lead the way call me Scotty pippin I keep a tool these niggas trippin why they acting different Almighty B for the win that's why I'm acting different Why you trippin baby how you gonna lie to me Why you fishin baby why you test almighty B Now you killing baby 308 that's a dream Now we all up in your mind now we all up on the grind Why you trippin baby how you gonna lie to me Why you fishin baby why you test almighty B Now you killing baby 308 that's a dream Now we all up in your mind now we all up on the grind Yeah you know we like to drill we like to steal we like to kill I've been trying chase a bag why you leaching off my meal Yeah she left me for a vette I spent a bag we had a deal Yeah we caught em like a fruit we cut his throat like he was pilled yeah almighty I got a pack of bears when they mad they act all fiesty I bought a chain keep the poo I'm feeling really sheisty She broke my heart she left me dead when she tried to knife me I fuck the opps thot now she said she really like me Water splashing on your face shining like a G It's summer time shawty now can you stay with me We run down to your race why you scared of me It's almighty b baby listen why you scaring me Why you trippin baby how you gonna lie to me Why you fishin baby why you test almighty B Now you killing baby 308 that's a dream Now we all up in your mind now we all up on the grind Why you trippin baby how you gonna lie to me Why you fishin baby why you test almighty B Now you killing baby 308 that's a dream Now we all up in your mind now we all up on the grind Listen why they talk like they better than me Dfg who?
На прощанье в 3:08 Когда поезд уходил Мне билет купила в осень Только я ведь не просил Провожаешь, жаль не будет Больше крышу мне сносить Я любил тебя безумней Чтобы в осень не В осень не простыть Пусть горели ночами огни Мы с тобой проходили дальше В темноте целовались одни Открывая свой мир без фальши Я мечтал тебя лучше узнать Но теперь вспоминаю повсюду Как же хочется просто обнять Отпусти, я забуду На прощанье в 3:08 Когда поезд уходил Мне билет купила в осень Только я ведь не просил Провожаешь, жаль не будет Больше крышу мне сносить Я любил тебя безумней Чтобы в осень не простыть На прощанье в 3:08 Когда поезд уходил Мне билет купила в осень Только я ведь не просил Провожаешь, жаль не будет Больше крышу мне сносить Я любил тебя безумней Чтобы в осень не В осень не простыть Билет на осень По глазам узнать не хочу Ты во снах приходишь, впрочем Улыбаешься мило чуть-чуть И на утро скучаю очень Растворяясь в тени серых скал (или в тебе) И отрывках изящной прозы Я все время тебя искал Но походу влюбился в грозы На прощанье в 3:08 Когда поезд уходил Мне билет купила в осень Только я ведь не просил Провожаешь, жаль не будет Больше крышу мне сносить Я любил тебя безумней Чтобы в осень не простыть На прощанье в 3:08 Когда поезд уходил Мне билет купила в осень Только я ведь не просил Провожаешь, жаль не будет Больше крышу мне сносить Я любил тебя безумней Чтобы в осень не В осень не простыть Билет на осень На прощанье в 3:08 Когда поезд уходил Мне билет купила в осень Только я ведь не просил
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