25 декабря в 7 утра в квартиру Любови Соболь пришла полиция. Соболь увезли на допрос в Следственный комитет, в квартире прошел обыск с изъятием всей техники. Возбуждено уголовное дело по части 2 статьи 139 УК РФ по заявлению тещи фсбшника Курдявцева.
Lyrics:
Workin on a weekend like usual
Way off in the deep end like usual
Niggas swear they passed us, they doin too much
Havent done my taxes, Im too turnt up
Virgil got a Patek on my wrist goin nuts
Niggas caught me slippin once, okay, so what?
Someone hit your block up, Id tell you if it was us
Manor house in Rosewood, this shit too plush
Lyrics:
Get it, text message I dont know the number
Flexin on these niggas, every bone and muscle
Steady taking shots, but Im never hurting nothing
Even then you dont worry none
And Id like to give a shoutout to my niggas with the game plan
And shoutout to my niggas with escape plans
Uh, twenty bands, rain dance
We can keep the rain check or we can make plans
Pockets loaded, rocket loaded, okay lets rock and roll this
Time to go, lock stock and two smoking barrels
Locked and loaded, diamonds glowing, chart-climbing on em
You think Im jumping out the window how I got em open
Line around the corner, line em up to block and over
Times I even stop the smoking when its time to focus
My shades Dior, my pants velour
Create, explore, expand, conquer
I came, I saw, I came, I saw
I praise the Lord, then break the law
I take whats mine, then take some more
It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours
I came, I saw, I came, I saw
I praise the Lord, then break the law
I take whats mine, then take some more
It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours
I sold the pack, the loose, the hard (yeah)
I listened to X, I peeped the bars (yeah)
The snakes, the rats, the cats, the dogs
The games, a trap, protect, your heart (yeah)
I waited in line, return, refine
The new design, its time to shine
To shine, to shine, to shine, to shine
I hustle, I flex, the world is mine
So please believe, allow the greaze
These niggas disease, dont speak we squeeze (squeeze)
I make the devil go weak the knees
You hate, youre lame, your loss
I came, I saw, I came, I saw
I praise the Lord, then break the law
I take whats mine, then take some more
It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours
I came, I saw, I came, I saw
I praise the Lord, then break the law
I take whats mine, then take some more
It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours
She came, I came, now whats my name?
My chain, my pants, my pants with the chain
They know its me, the hat and the shades
They heard my voice and they ran to the stage
My vans, my braids, my mans, my babe
My girls, my ex, my hoes that I left
The way I stepped, out the car, thats a flex
Give thanks, get fresh, praise the Lord then finesse, bless
I came, I saw, I came, I saw
I praise the Lord, then break the law
I take whats mine, then take some more
It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours
I came, I saw, I came, I saw
I praise the Lord, then break the law
I take whats mine, then take some more
It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours
Video credits:
Directed, produced and edited by Natasha Pincus
Body art by Emma Hack
Cinematographer and colourist: Warwick Field
Scenic artist: Howard Clark
Key grip: Rob Hansford
Assistants: Rose Cidoni, Claire Leighton, Rob Murray
Original artwork by Frank De Backer
Music credits:
Produced by Wally De Backer
Mixed by Francois Tetaz, assisted by Wally at Moose Mastering, Richmond, VIC
Bass recorded by Wally in Lucas Tarantos loungeroom, Melbourne, VIC
All other sounds put together by Wally in The Barn, Merricks, VIC
Bass guitar: Lucas Taranto
Lead and backing vocals: Kimbra
Guitar, flutes, percussion and synth samples, lead and backing vocals: Wally
Contains a sample of the recording Seville as performed by Luiz Bonfa. Courtesy of Geffen Records, under license from Universal Music Enterprises. Used by permission. All rights reserved. Written by Luiz Bonfa and published by Sasqua Music. Used by permission.
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Somebody That I Used To Know — lyrics
Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
Told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and its an ache I still remember
You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end
Always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But Ill admit that I was glad that it was over
But you didnt have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
And that we were nothing
And I dont even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
And that feels so rough
You didnt have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number
I guess that I dont need that though
Now youre just somebody that I used to know
Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
But had me believing it was always something that Id done
And I dont wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldnt catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know…
But you didnt have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
And that we were nothing
And I dont even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
And that feels so rough
You didnt have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number
I guess that I dont need that though
Now youre just somebody that I used to know
℗ A Capitol Records UK Recording; ℗ 2020 Universal Music Operations Limited
Released on: 2020-10-30
Associated Performer, Vocals: Sam Smith
Producer, Associated Performer, Programming, Drums, Guitar, Bass Guitar, Triangle: Shellback
Producer, Associated Performer, Programming, Piano, Keyboards, Guitar: Oscar Gorres
Studio Personnel, Mixer: Serban Ghenea
Studio Personnel, Engineer: John Hanes
Studio Personnel, Mastering Engineer: Randy Merrill
Studio Personnel, Asst. Recording Engineer: Duncan Fuller
Composer Lyricist: Sam Smith
Composer Lyricist: Shellback
Composer Lyricist: Oscar Gorres