R.s.productions — Я Московский Озорной Гуляка (Cover)

Heat heat heat heat
We have money
Down shore
Don't You need sh
New York heat heat
I will fool myself or hide my sorrow
Clouds of wor in my heart
Why they call me rogue?
I cannot follow
Why they call me scandal from the start
I know
I will never live by stealing
Never shot a prisoner and chasing
I'm just one street dream of smiling
Grieving every stranger in my lane fame