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English Translation of Драгоценный Металл (Precious Metal) by PHARAOH feat. Dima Roux

[Verse 1: PHARAOH]
We don’t even know each other
You’re a bitch breed if you talk when the phone is broken
I don’t do fiction, because it’s kind of shameful
You laugh in vain, your girlfriend dreams of making money in porn
Money and power are what I attract to myself
With my participation, the clubs burn like DяgileV once did
They cannot change this inevitability
It’s like if I communicate with her, she will invent our closeness
The price tag gets bigger, you know, I rarely look away
I have long been used to the fact that glitter is not equal to gold
Old traditions within my collective
Outside of it, any word of mine is a guillotine
You want me for yourself, but you are far from objective
My life is not yours, it’s not a cameo in someone else’s films
I don’t wait for calls
I don’t expect anyone to wonder when was the last time I felt love
I wasn’t so cold before, but I like it
For me, with and without you, there is no tangible difference
I gotta exhale a little, do some internal setup
Baby, I can’t be held down by a bunk
Strict suit, I like to watch myself in prime
I keep two things: my women, my digits a secret
People want to reduce progress, but my progress, it’s like a plot from the Bible
The more successful I am, the closer their eyes are
I am not surprised by their mediocrity
Karma helps me in what people call revenge
My former colleagues behave like abandoned ones
I opened up a Clicquot in an apartment on Ostozhenka

[Chorus: Dima Roux]
I don’t need toxicity, I need tactfulness
Watch your tongue when you talk about me, about me
I don’t need toxicity, I need tactfulness
Watch your tongue when you talk about me, about me

[Verse 2: PHARAOH]
I taught them all to appreciate my presence
Because of us, people think that courage manifests itself in madness
I want to believe that my circle will not narrow any more than it is now
I’m even glad that there are only pussies without taste around us
I pull up to Khamovniki in the morning
All sex with the bodies of models died with an old pipe
And a lot of money, but there are so few hours in the day
Went the second day, rolling, there’s Bryte surrounded by fruit in the wheelhouse
We’re recordin’ a voice to go and later hit the club
Almost drunk, I’m ready for female hypocrisy
She can’t be herself, there were only beasts in her life
VIP room, neon and hostess escorts deep into it
I have about an hour to distract myself
I turn off the phone so that no nonsense with the same old mistakes happen
You look for ways to get burned with me again
But there’s not a bit patience left in me for you

[Chorus: Dima Roux]
I don’t need toxicity, I need tactfulness
Watch your tongue when you talk about me, about me
I don’t need toxicity, I need tactfulness
Watch your tongue when you talk about me, about me

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