Текст песни Чёрная Экономика - Приют

my people are with me, that's more than half the battle. I won't let them fall or dust my nose with dirty chalk. don't powder my brains, son, I'm too old to play games, hear you scratching, as if there are only fags around and there is no truth anywhere, and you have virtue - a shelter, and all the others around either give up, or give up, and no truth is nowhere, but you have virtue - a shelter, and all the others around either give up or give up. it's more than rap, you know what I mean. nonsense in your head - I have nothing to do with it. this product can't be bought, fuck the profits. thought we were going to mainstream? bro, don't be ridiculous. breathe evenly, smoke a lot, stele clearly, so that it can endure, like a closed student's book from a sharaga. we are all covered, but the roof has not been blown off. To be honest, it's a pity that everything turned out like this, but you write, if cho, and we will read it again and again.
of what we breathe, about 30 percent smoke, because this is how this world looks somehow crooked, behave playfully, do not aggro with every fag, save your nerves. he left no choice - then fuck you first. maybe you are not a hero, but do not be a shrew, no matter what kind of faith you are, but still believe me - you will regret the wasted time and will not regain confidence, the doors are already closed there, I ask from the bottom of my heart - do not be a plant, from you not a shadow remained. old themes have already been forgotten, they have been replaced by problems, in this system we are all dumb, but with all our might we will do everything so that we do not eat with giblets, there is no fun with enemies, you are rich in what you yourself sowed. people are all in all their glory, and you have a donkey inside the fog, and I flew along the left lane towards you, maybe it was in a dream, but I will answer - this is sincere, time heals, but not quickly, those who fly low. laughter from sadness is close, the light is turned off where it is too dark and even from the tower it is not visible, as if the lids were closed, as if it were embarrassing, maybe you ate satisfyingly, which you won’t say from the outside, but please don’t shit on your own retinue, but please don't shit on your own entourage.
I wonder how there, behind the balcony on the ledges, I don’t recognize, but I’ll wake up awake again, and my album will not remain unreleased, this is the main thing, I dedicate songs to the chosen ones. this is every person with a capital H, woutonn will support me, as well as a swarm of che. my passport is a baggage check, my homeland is a planet, and if I say "che", then wait for the verse anyway, it will not be otherwise, but outside the window under the snow there are cars around the house, it is winter in Moscow, this is unfamiliar to me, and the brain learns new laws: remember who your family is, where is your land, where only there with all your soul is able to shine, for the rest - what is outside - they no longer need, and friendship will help to save themselves from loneliness. and only she.
reminiscent of those old songs, where it began, do you remember what we eventually became, in the end we live by different values, it turns out, but before the goal was one or something like that. I don’t teach you, but you yourself made a choice, you don’t need a fuck back if you fell out of order, so appreciate your people, brother stands for brother, and rats will go off the ship, smelling something wrong. there are things they don't talk about, they are understandable anyway, and there are actions that stain the soul with dirty spots. I cherish the past, but time comes on the heels, time goes on, but do not turn back. it's just a shame that people have become empty places, well, what else can you tell you, I spread my hands.