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V $ X V PRiNCE ft. BALLER - Все будет

Среди сотен дорог

Далада

De lacure  & Bakr -Unaisyn

Раздевайся - V $ X V Prince  (speed up)

Big City Life (feat. De Lacure)

Алмата ghetto dogs

Asik — DG

Shiza, HIRO - Khabar (Official Audio)

WSB - Любовь

its seems like that an apple a day would keep the doctor away. l feel like dancing circles outside in the rain on a saturday evening after the sun went down. i feel like telling the truth on a liar and completely disappearing into the dark with the rest of my friends. 

id like to the think the government is old and outdated. id like to think people in the future in history classes studying us now are failing their pop quizzes because they couldn’t understand. id like to think if famous people in entertainment said less about the money, clothes and the cars they would talk about beautiful anti discriminate bylaws fabricated by judicial conjunctions firmly established to objectify scrupulous adherence selected for other reasons on why everything seems like its he same. id like to think i was a ghost in a shell like pearly oyster clammy clam fish lobster the larry but with a little tad bit less muscle. id like to think my bars go over the heads of ordinary people. i feel like  going band for band like drumline bass percussion beater bumping echos of joy when tears blurry the eyes watching a stone toss missing  two birds released out the cage of a wedding ceremony the day after tomorrow. 
        i’d like to think if the great depression never happened we would have already had flying cars in the sky and world hunger would have been solved.

 i think i feel like my thoughts feel over zealous and that my feelings over think thoughts of repetitive cycles straining the growth of technical propensities to sedate utilized functions given by obscure retaliation against the light versus the dark. or happy versus sad. or questions with answer written by ghosts lingering in the liminal space between everything and nothing. 
     it’s seems like  delightful diaphragms emulated to compress tenacious obstacles propagating terminal replications delivered from a relatively substantial distance forged from epically devouted hypocrisies. perhaps from time to time i’d like to think that all of this would be worth it at the end. it seems like a broken clock is only right two times a day and that company is greeted with miserly solipsistic enthusiasm kicked to the curb of the street full of houses on memory lane. it seems like the second chance to decide to give another sencond chance is the third strike and im out. i feel like a baseball pitcher with all three bases loaded against a batter that knows they’re gonna bunt. it seems like people’s remarks about my main characters ego are as nasty as can be because they know i tell myself even worse things in my head. its seems like the less i try with effort the more people look at me for validation. it seems like 24 times around the sun is enough for an internship at nasa. id like to think at the gates of heaven would be two tokens to start like an arcade game and all my pennie’s for thoughts would allow me to play forever whenever i was bored thanks to my overthinking.  it seems like perennial ideas persist amongst false fallacies accepted by easy goers passing through crowed traffic. 
it’s seems like…. peace.

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Big City Life (feat. De Lacure)

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