πŸŽˆπŸŽ‚πŸŽ‰πŸŽ‚πŸŽ‰πŸŽ‚πŸŽ‰πŸŽ‚πŸŽˆ Let's record this song, damn, So they won't play it on the radio, man. Won't call it pop or lame, And no shitty tracks will share its fame ❀️‍πŸ”₯πŸ”₯❀️‍πŸ”₯πŸ”₯❀️‍πŸ”₯πŸ”₯❀️‍πŸ”₯ Hey meow, today I brought a package for you, With a friendly tease and message too. I wish you reach the stars on a lawnmower, (Just like in that old gif from before). Choose the right path every single time, (At any crossroad, make it yours, prime) ❀️‍πŸ”₯πŸ”₯❀️‍πŸ”₯πŸ”₯❀️‍πŸ”₯πŸ”₯❀️‍πŸ”₯ Happy Birthday, congratulations! A sea of happiness and love I’m wishing. Mountains of luck, a dacha on the side, Reset the whirlpool of those days that died, Fading dimly on the calendar’s ride ❀️‍πŸ”₯πŸ”₯❀️‍πŸ”₯πŸ”₯❀️‍πŸ”₯πŸ”₯❀️‍πŸ”₯ Love you bro, almost lost for words, You shine brighter than neon lights. One of the best DJs (no joke, it's true), From psy-trance and Snoop Dogg to rave and hardbass crew. And Chameleon's lines still sound like a fairy tale. πŸŽ‚πŸ₯³πŸŽ†πŸ₯³πŸŽ†πŸ₯³πŸŽ†πŸ₯³πŸŽ†πŸ₯³πŸŽ‚