The spoons that sell hooks make your brain better
This is Stalin street, Stalin street
The spoons that sell hooks make your brain better
This is Stalin street, Stalin street
Don't think we can't see what you're doing
Don't play with your brain behind your back
Don't bother to meet, nod but don't smile
It's a pity that bichi is beautiful, but it doesn't look up
There are endless stories here. They all start with stubbornness
The reason is to look at things that don't belong to you
His eyes glared and his mouth scolded
Use narrative sentences to foretell your death
The street has long been decorated in our style
It's impossible to copy the names by pasting them in the highest place
Who dares to make it up? We promise to record it ourselves
Let him play the role of a nurse and learn the basic qualities
God knows why it's important to say it three times
There are no more than three things you can do in this street
See who wears brightly, see who is the least flat
It's embarrassing to see who tied his shoelaces to his ankles
The spoons that sell hooks make your brain better
This is Stalin street, Stalin street
The spoons that sell hooks make your brain better
This is Stalin street, Stalin street
The spoons that sell hooks make your brain better
This is Stalin street, Stalin street
The spoons that sell hooks make your brain better
This is Stalin street, Stalin street
Stalin Street
The great wall of Stalin Street
The woods on Stalin Street are frighteningly dark
It's not bragging that there's a kid who wants to be his father
Of course, there is also a golden BZ stand
Put on the team uniform to deal with the enemy
What's more, I don't have any ideas
Let them all fall
Who dares to bribe
Remember to make notes of every yesterday
Wait for the hare to cover the creativity
Subversive attitude, opportunities are held by me
It's hard to avoid being treated as a monster
Two hundred five, please leave me two hundred steps
Strong people are not at your disposal
No matter how smart you are
No matter how cunning the fox is, it will be caught
Because its heart is transparent
Maybe someone will dream of living by the sea
And I want to be in the jungle
Step on all the dreams
I want different surnames, different names
The spoons that sell hooks make your brain better
This is Stalin street, Stalin street
The spoons that sell hooks make your brain better
This is Stalin street, Stalin street
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