Life Is a Beach
Life is a beach, she is not bitch at all
Wet sand where we draw your fate with your finger
But, in fact, no drawing will be ready,
While we do not paint it with barded juice.
Especially for this palette
I keep in myself five and a half liters,
Diluting with alcohol and after spiritual cracks,
My ketchup over time becomes thick and stronger.
People love to begging heaven to give them a choice
But more than asking for something, people love to die.
You pray to the gods, but for me a bit - God,
We will be familiar, call me hip-hop.
While my words drip on the bit,
Like my blood on the sand isna of these battles,
I am easy to kill, you just need to take my tracks - erase them,
After all, I am excited by a dusty death of death.
I woke up in the morning, but it was hardly a dream:
The old woman with oblique I had already slept sand.
But thank you, because I stopped being a boy,
Since my music, I became my machic.
Bard drops for memory,
We play the verge in this performance,
Let, you said - you are rock, but you know
Sand - these are only steady stones
