Yes fuck, fuck, fuck
Yes fuck, fuck, fuck
Yes, fuck, I will live by rock
Do not refuel the bed, let it be bad
Yes fuck problems and vices
Let only suckers soar through life
Yes fuck, no oxygen in the lungs
To regret yourself and kill how much?
Yes fuck, I write my Bemolki
Once, perhaps, someone will help someone
Beauty girls eat properly
You can, fucking, think of luck smiles at them, as if not
Something natural, something lifted
Then they are found lonely, abandoned, maybe this is a sign?
Yes, fuck, I will live by rock
Do not refuel the bed, let it be bad
Yes fuck problems and vices
Let only suckers soar through life
Yes fuck, no oxygen in the lungs
To regret yourself and kill how much?
Yes fuck, I write my Bemolki
Once, perhaps, someone will help someone
They pay very expensive, go to psychologists
On Monday in the office for a paper heap, no time to sleep
I have two arms, two legs and hundreds of rhymes
This is more value than in the zero of huge firms, I have nothing to lose
Yes, fuck, I will live by rock
Do not refuel the bed, let it be bad
Yes fuck problems and vices
Let only suckers soar through life
Yes fuck, no oxygen in the lungs
To regret yourself and kill how much?
Yes fuck, I write my Bemolki
Once, perhaps, someone will help someone
Yes, fuck, I will live by rock
Do not refuel the bed, let it be bad
Yes fuck problems and vices
Let only suckers soar through life
Yes fuck, no oxygen in the lungs
To regret yourself and kill how much?
Yes fuck, I write my Bemolki
Once, perhaps to someone