You know it's not easy to see space in someone
And let it be that space is not fashionable for two years,
This is not what is fashionable, this is what is in the heart,
Not candies, but spices, such a thing, such a childhood
Your friend is already a bitch, but for now vice hold on
Not dreaming yet, this is provincial life
There is something to be proud of, but you can't throw out a reason to hate
You can't get it, they'll say the finish line,
Suck fuckers, it's cool to be bad
I breathed her curls, ghetto music through the windows
This is to all others, this is to all the same, it is the Sabiednik that cuts with rhymes
Like the Kurds of the Turks or the Turks of the Kurds, bring the tragedy to obsurdia
You killed all my feelings plush in the eyes with cigarette butts
Yes, I realized that you shouldn't run after skins
Understood, understood, understood, and understood again
This is Shas dancers dnb on a rake, steal on your heart, rob
Eyou, Obz, always, always normal ..
Chekk dessound, your windows to the airborne troops from the window of the neighbor on the right,
Chekk dessount, from the window of the herbal practitioner,
Check dessount, from the window of the one who will always be few, check dessount, check dessount.
Am I fucking? - yes, the block will fix me
I got fucked while my darling was getting fucked
Thou hast washed it out to catch a high
I was killing myself to overdose or go crazy
Kissing the one who savored someone's dick for so
I dreamed of flying with her, but soon I found out everything
Hardcore is when people put on you
And the kents, when you drove off, stew bulls about you,
I'll smile again when it hurts a lot
And more often friendship fucks, but it's cool to me
And this sound is probably all I have
Like heroin not the first time, not high, but it will get easier
Weak shoulders, circles under the eyes,
Kept loved ones while you walked on the lamp and held your teeth together
The chair will slide out from under the legs and the loop will slide along the neck
Trench veins and all your ex-rascals
And the fallen saints will play in the box
There is neither yesterday nor tomorrow, only a gray present,
My empty eyes look at the world unobtrusively
And fucking die not of pain, but asleep
Go underground breaking the next round
Your friends won't get up from this spice
Fall - rise, fall - rise, fall - rise,
In fact, it's all cotton, who can fuck you with a specialist
And it could be the type from the gang
Give the bad boy sweet to us, okay, everything will be as it should,
Or not as brother does not change here
I'm stuck somewhere in the intermission, a shaggy demon enters the flesh with fangs
We are the killed astronauts
In outer space, between broken glass in a spacesuit
We drink vodka and smoke lily of the valley, don't you know? come on
Redground scattering representatives of the underground here are the Eskimos and this is the prose of underground juice dose
goats, you bend the last oklau breaking next round acid sound, check our underground, yo, check our underground