Пошлая Молли - самая клёвая тёлка в школе

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Пошлая Молли – Даже моя бейби не знает speed up

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ПОШЛАЯ МОЛЛИ - lin ansty

Киев — значит водка, а водка значит дружба
А дружба значит - нам от тебя ничего не нужно, пи*ор и вонючка
Не нужно — значит школа! Школа — это скучно
А если скучно — я хватаю за руку любимую подружку
Киев — значит водка, а водка значит дружба
А дружба значит нам от тебя ничего не нужно, пи*ор и вонючка
Не нужно — значит школа! Школа — это скучно
А если скучно — я хватаю за руку любимую подружку
Киев, значит, дружба, дружба
Киев, значит, дружба, дружба

Значит дружба - Пошлая Молли

ROADRUNNER
the title track from ROADRUNNER

I wrote ROADRUNNER for the moment when the whole chase finally collapses. It is that brutal, clarifying realization that the thing you have been sprinting from — the fear, the ache, the version of you you did not want to meet — has been running inside your own body the entire time. This is where the truth lands: you cannot outrun your own feet. And maybe you never needed to.

In the world of ROADRUNNER, this is the breakthrough. It is the penultimate moment. It is the instant where agency stops being theoretical and becomes lived. The runner stops looking over their shoulder and finally looks inward, seeing that the monster in the dark was only a confused and exhausted version of themselves asking to be acknowledged. This track represents the thesis in motion, acceptance as rebellion, and self-recognition as the finish line you did not realize you were racing toward.

Sonically, it should feel like running downhill too fast to stop until the moment clarity hits and you realize the only thing guiding you home is your own pulse.

(from the album ROADRUNNER, a spiritual pop experimental collection about ego death, emotional reckoning, and the long sprint toward self-acceptance.)

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