Said that I despise , that I can not stand
Bezpontovaya second attempt to distract Bosko
Then he sent the mat , then saw in a dream
Lowed that all tied up with her, napizdel ..
Morning , a gazelle out on routes
Again I waited like a buffoon , a fucking paraffin
So it is , lightning does not strike twice
One catheter , yeah , come on, how
Look again not clear , the psyche is not my aunt
From year to year does not allow for a long time to level gait
At the end of the week , on Tuesday , covered by a pussy in sacks
With stale , what's orbit
Pru to work, clap and there is no work
And he Lёtik with nothing, his tears
Laughing hysterically rushing at the door
It's time to quit smoking
Far from being a whiner , that's silent walk
Thank you, I do not want to eat , I want - Devour
Thoughts twist - heart beats more
Count up all pile up - so do ebashit
Her hands are wet with
Affliction cream, two servings of briquettes
Antipov does not sing about love , he will only ship
And the listener does not understand metaphors , well, dick with it
My songs are sung all
Slept all the secrets
Thank God not sat
Hands are not lowered , and myself thank you
I saw all of you ,
You me too
Hidden from the audience
Only shiny palms
What is the weight will push forward
In Bogdan driving KRES always look out the window
Nothing interesting , I had seen everything
Pain and so useful , that makes you move on,
And if you live in the past time
Possible lies in a mausoleum next to Lenin
And what ? It is necessary to turn the pedals have not yet given ,
Reconciled with Bosko and with Bosko and scandals
Already old shohoy not zaёbyvayu Max
And tobacco in the past remained , and pivasik
And the fight was expensive, not happy
But that was in sacks , and so if I Th Rack
Earlier in the morning do not touch me, now is not so sick
Talking to the cat, she is with me too
In retrospect , I pull lybu barely
Himself clapping their hands
