... but money does not fall from the ceiling, so.
What I took now x * y give, to you ...
The cunt is * skinny and that guy is small, but he saw more than you, someone's knife was sharpened there.
Where do you wander at night, your mother.
They don’t need a reason, doomed families strangle their voice.
Here, everyday life is local, it would hardly go on foot at night.
Mom, that’s why we are so dreaming of dumping, for a long time we already have nothing to * catch.
Where we see only zeros, it's time to make dibs, stop busting.
My brother is heading for a bed.
Your dad has decided everything for you since childhood.
Life is disgusting, it is disgusting to exist.
But you know yourself that x * where to go.
Every day we seek funds, as taught since childhood.
Listen son, do you want food? Act!
So always while you hear the heart.
After all, this guy with 12 is the oldest man in the family.
A single mother in bitter tears, looking for reasons in herself.
Enough tears and for the sake of children she will endure.
Goosebumps when looking at the photo of the abyss of those days.
Poverty didn’t teach us how to save, but thanks for that, not in the orphanage.
On the right burns, on the left number, enough brains are not pushing dope.
Everything happens too fast, bucks go away like alcohol into a canister.
Hunger gives birth to shifts in numbers; these guys don't have time to learn.
The gateways drip onto the brains, the abandoned basin will go to cut, and how else.
Just take a break.
Here they die of a dose or of melancholy.
The gateways drip onto the brains, the abandoned basin will go to cut, and how else.
Just take a break.
Here they die of a dose or of melancholy.
After all, this guy with 12 is the oldest man in the family.
A single mother in bitter tears, looking for problems in herself.
Enough tears and for the sake of children she will endure.
Goosebumps when looking at the photo of the abyss of those days.
