blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, waterman we blow
this is kolobay production, presents to you
so that you understand that I can read normally
Now I’ll read to you from the heart, without fart
without lies and falsehood, made with love on the go
so that without catching up, do not play racing
cars, three packs of Chester and 1 bond
lie on the table with me, cheers
such fucking crawl out of me tonight
yeah, this rapochka i can not care
so heals my wounds, it's too early to sleep
need to go for a walk, girls to cling
and someone can be solved in principle
but it’s not for us to decide whom
I’m just not throwing these words
not left not right, but you
so you sit and listen to me
how I litter your brains without drama
I look at the panoramas and stick like in a dream
in the darkness of the night where puffs of smoke mock
the police are looking at me, the addict is standing
why doesn’t it happen, why did they decide to pick me up
they wanted to take me home
just do fucking at home
I rhyme just like that, on any topic
all that I see is what I sing, but I see a lot
and you know that if it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t know the following story not when
addict goes, wants to get home
he lives on ZM, you already guess who I am
yeah, this is our good old guf
he still hears his wires
trolleybuses talk to him for good reason
oh yeah, a couple of points in my eyes
in the hands of the potion, on the legs crosses
cross run I'm not going to
and how I'm killing I'm not going to read
I read clearly, I do not use cocaine
the maximum hydra that takes me far to heaven
where planes do not fly and trains do not go
Well, yes, but in principle or principles there are different varieties
who tried, he understands me, what are we talking about
but it’s not someone who doesn’t fuck you choose a march
buffoon, young people are eating all kinds of rubbish now
life takes for the soul, the soul runs away from me
somewhere in the heels, the heel was lying around with me
when a couple of sticks disappeared
and in our apartment there is gas, and you
and in our hostel there is a stas and a pissed mattress
all kinds of comics are pinning me
comets beckon me
puffs of smoke mock me
I'm not friends with my head
I'll take gashik and read
at all sorts of different speeds
conscience, where is conscience, or is there no conscience
who twisted conscience
I read one story
which told about
what you need to finish me, haaahaah
