I am stupid and cruel, I was born in the Union
Not tolerant, totalitarian, toxic abuse
I dreamed of going to the Lyceum, to be an exemplary smart man
But I was brought up dirty, doomed to the street
You are looking for logic in my actions and structure
Better don't risk your health - this is a road to a fool
I am drawn to the hand of help in the mirror
Do not worry, we are all here: either vegetables or convicts
There is no Zen in this path, keep me animal instincts
You are scribbling the curator with small handwriting
Recipe? Do not believe anyone, especially for yourself
If the homeland orders, you have to sit
There are no untouchables under the blow everything here
The higher you climbed, the thicker the dossier is
And you do not decide when your song will be sung
My Russian dream is a totalitarian sect
Surrounded by sworn enemies and spineless haters
I stand my back to my back, with those who believe me
For us this is a matter of honor, firms, our family business
We are called to battle and we go to the BIS
Surrounded by sworn enemies and spineless haters
We stand the back to the back, with those who believe me
For us this is a matter of honor, firms, our family business
We are called to battle and we go to the BIS
You look at me, but you see what you should
You see what you want, your mind as a skilled artist
He will portray me, having absorbed and betraying my image in self -portrait
Your greatness and insignificance
Old school, new school
Industry as a horse, spurs to the side but muzzle curtains
Games in double and triple meanings, Superstery
You flew high for too long, son, time to land
Time is the best teacher, thanks for the knowledge
I barely took out the task to the house, miraculously did not overwhelm the exams
Wisdom is a learned lesson in life
You know, it’s easy to take risks when there is nothing to cherish
Trending changes, changes in tastes and courses
Behind the back of a fashion blogger is a regime producer
Railing and hypocrisy with teliks of all or to the network
Do you want to survive in this swamp? Be like everyone else
Throw a stone or money at me at me
I'm a white crow here, I myself have been tramps, I smashed
Heavenly punishment or declared to the local council
RAS, Vasya, wounds daily cardio
This is the grunt of grandfather, nonsense senmatic
And to be honest, I would like to fall asleep and oversleep it
I do not believe in revelations, confessions, all kinds of post -truths there
Forgive me, I'm crazy - here is a certificate
Surrounded by sworn enemies and spineless haters
I stand my back to my back, with those who believe me
For us this is a matter of honor, firms, our family business
We are called to battle and we go to the BIS
Surrounded by sworn enemies and spineless haters
I stand my back to my back, with those who believe me
For us this is a matter of honor, firms, our family business
We are called to battle and we go to the BIS
