Текст песни эмцэ Мудак - 6ой этаж

The city has bothered by these songs - looking for medicines.
I gave out in terms of thinners - there is no idea in my head.
In the pocket of the breast, wealth does not fit,
And I moved to myself what is more expensive than money.
I loved this ringtone for a long time, you are a fool.
You all penetrated it, I was not published yet.
For the songs are not waiting for the awards,
Although I fed instead of sound ideas sometimes signs of life.
I, like that type of cartoon - dear, promised
Return, giving large images to small things.
And while the fifth mastered the stuff and smoke,
I called myself simple just as you thought.
Someone has no family, I have no seven on the clock.
Solve not to sleep - this is a sullen step.
I am this night, apparently, a gap again,
But each fool knows that we are going well.
I am a musician: Violin fills in stock.
Strings stretched because I fell.
And I want to remember February -
Need to do not die next, but to die, turning into Padal.

I read five years - I did not learn to sing.
Again I dream about how to take off.
I am humorous pizdets, rude and yes, fested.
Need our floor? Count up to six.
It does not have to hang on the wall,
It does not get like likes.
I tried in the evening, fuck, but did not reach the bed,
To keep all these bikes in the morning in the morning.