I’m not interested in everything.
There is no explosion, there is little excitement.
It used to be food and someone cuts
I'll catch up and climb to beat the fuck for it.
Oh shit fucked up, I’m driving normally.
I will cut it too and put it in the face through the window.
And right now he’s cutting, well, I’ll slow down,
Something I will tell him after
And then I’m going quietly
Because I'm tired, or maybe laziness.
This is something you need to do every day.
I all have two cars, a wife, two small boys, yes
Che still need?
Well, not that I just lost heart,
Here I am in a buzz in the administration to scoff at all scum.
I penetrate everything, I punch through the billets,
Well, or not punch. This is high.
I mock these bastards, I see through them.
The heads are wriggled - they themselves lick the ass.
Fucking them on the phone, nipping in the offices, in the halls.
This is fun for me.
For fun.
Well, this is a trick.
Well, think like that if philosophically.
That is why then everything.
Well, I’m saying earlier, some kind of Vasya will cut, I’m going to fuck.
Always guided the movement with excitement:
Here and there, lads, options.
Already thirty two.
Not intersely, not peppy.
There you are. Do you write songs? Well, for fun.
For fun.
