Текст песни Чарли Барбоскин - Трикстер

You are my baby!
You are my best!
Like caramel
We don't need anyone
Up the steps
I'm running to your floor
Rap without a doubt
You are the only one for me!

Alone and that's it
All together, in unison!
Your hair color, voice
Manners and ambition
I scream suck!
Stop the planet
Until new dreams with you
Over a cup of espresso

These songs are like sex
Tanga got wet
You are a machine of progress
At the talent show

Everything about this circus is great!
Dream Team in a glass
I'm entertaining you!
You're entertaining!
This goes straight to the head
And it tears your conscience
I'm shaking the old stuff
And I remember my youth

I stumbled and fell
Thirty on the road
Saw a lot
But your face is your butt and legs
Oh gods, gods!
Jesus and Krishna
You are the dessert in my life
Like cake and cherry
Getting closer and closer
Everything below below
The crowd is spreading in the hall
And we just write

Our photos in the club
Let's get your passport
But I'm married and think
It's quite dangerous
This is an autumn song
And there's no hint of the truth
We played like adults
At the talent show
Forgive me people
But you yourself are sinners
Just in such a mess
To be honest I wasn't
They are fascinated and infuriated
This is the scam of the century
I have killed and maimed
There's a person in you

You are my baby!
You are my best!
Like caramel
We don't need anyone
Up the steps
I'm running to your floor
Rap without a doubt
You are the only one for me!

Fuck your iPhone
I have known people who were killed
When it's hot inside
It's not even a minus
This is a banal tone
And to be in it
Need to throw away the compass
And who the hell will save us!
Give me the laptop there
And fuck me right away!
Rip off the lotions
And run to the pawn shop
This is business in Russian
And parting words to suckers
I'm ready to sell myself
Who took your cash? ah

You are my baby!
You are my best!
Like caramel
We don't need anyone
Up the steps
I'm running to your floor
Rap without a doubt
You are the only one for me!

Sorry mom of rap!
Sorry dad is in the trash
I found cognac
In the kitchen cabinets!

I'm crazy crazy
But I'm just shy
We have one thing we love
This is rap and songs!

Through fests and faces
We were having fun in the club
On the day of Young Trepa's death
And let's forget about ethics

When the question arises
Use your brains
Well, I'm still on you
I wouldn't bet!

You are my baby!
You are my best!
Like caramel
We don't need anyone
Up the steps
I'm running to your floor
Rap without a doubt
You are the only one for me!