If life is a zebra, what the *** is the difference in what color it is,
and the main thing is not to make yourself look like a sucker (echo: oh well), ride this zebra on horseback.
As a child, a bottle with a hole as a nipple, then a bottle with a hole, but I'm already an adult, and for my lungs it's no excuse that the whole area is already sitting on the button accordion. (Echo: yeah)
Comic book life, white stripe-black stripe (echo: gray smoke upss, red eyes). Take the time back and paint everything yourself.
A drug-free world is good, but in fact, whoever does not smoke sniffs the powder, I remember how everything ooh *** specifically, when it snowed in the city in the middle of summer. Someone in white slippers will leave the white light, when they leave the white one and sit on copper, someone killed in a wheelbarrow will mistake me for delirium, and we will rush into this city that does not exist (echo: a city that does not exist).
Time in the jump, bitches in a wheelbarrow, whitefish, matches, bells, clashes mouths on the locks really under the bricks, so don't you shout, bitch, don't shout !!
Shelf dramas, people are wolves, deception sholki, pain of a needle, veins in the arms, arcs of eyes, circles, in this bustle there are many of us, but we are all alone.