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
I don't wear my top head for romancing foolish
Cannot rule my soul
It's more useful when my mar comes prancing
I can feed her from it oats and
Among people
I have found no brother
I have bought before another rain
Every stray dog
I will call another
I give my finest neck tight for his chain
I'm
Mary Ro
Known throughout the quarters of boy
Every alley dog comes running over knows
My easy step and greets me with joy
Every ragged horse will not engra
Down his head along the street
For my friends
My heart will keep on beating
Every verse can heal a wounded beast heat.
Heat