He scored to the bottom, as if John Wick.
He washed the text so that there were no evidence.
In the light propane at a bit, intensify.
Browsan returned when you did not wait.
Changed nickname, changed the flood,
Rashka remembered a kind word
I recalled who for the idea of the fuck.
He remembered those who did not reach with vodka.
In pursuit of cash, I forgot about ideas.
There are not enough loops in the wagon of thoughts,
They say that the remov is for a rep, but once in the past.
Tex has always been, but right now, Ponaroshka.
They say where the tracks are the truth ...
I sold all my principles for money.
The routine ate like a camp on a hipster.
All your widgets were covered with dust.
In a hip-hop game, you did not cut a checkpoint.
Jagalo Fena, my house Detroit.
He became a homebody and you can’t see you.
The face has overgrown, a beard is blown.
What are already under the feet of the city,
I am from the city where the beard warms the soul.
You don't value today, but tomorrow you are a cynic
Good bandit, as if half a tint
You will not buy the style, it means expensive.
Take care of your honor.
In the mud, yes malt was about hunger,
Where even without a reason for talking on the wire.
The sun is with a raspberry color above us
Green mile underfoot
Sky color indigo, but it is Dick
There is no indigo, but we pretend
The sun is with a raspberry color above us
Green mile underfoot
Sky color indigo, but it is dick for them
There is no indigo, but we pretend
Truck:
I am closed for relatives, I am closed for myself.
My shower is closed to my barn castle.
I am closed for friends, I am closed to people.
How to open fomka if there are no keys.
On me, the earflaps is Skin Patriot.
On the back of the emblem of Russia, he is like a gamer.
Where having destroyed the hips fell into the cycle.
Type of how to cut a turn on the highway.
Inside the centrifuge, and on the face of a calm.
Local guru is pouring heavenly dust.
Where censorship is being attacked by the past.
From the album frames, blow off the dust.
The sun has been shining in the area for a long time.
In his native land, he became not a familiarity.
You are a killer, if you killed for simply
He killed for faith, became a crusader.
On the chest, the Crushed Crown on the head.
Tempered in the Transbaikal winter.
On top of uranium subscription in a public.
I sprinkled with Kent in the local tavern.
All in tobacco instead of incense.
In the distance Blago White with irony
You are so young, but you got a shurik
In a synye-red hat joker
It’s hard for us to understand the world
Like a cube of a collapse of a gap.
Or how deaf -dumb,
Get into a musical tonic.
The dome above us is pale than tin.
Ultra with sound squeezes our heads.
The bones crunch like snow under the foot.
The prodigal son will always return home.
The sun is with a raspberry color above us
Green mile underfoot
Sky color indigo, but it is Dick
There is no indigo, but we pretend
The sun is with a raspberry color above us
Green mile underfoot
Sky color indigo, but it is dick for them
There is no indigo, but we pretend
The sun is with a raspberry color above us
Green mile underfoot
Sky color indigo, but it is Dick
There is no indigo, but we pretend
