Текст песни KITA VONKI feat. Kof - Колёса

Ki-ki-ki-ki-ki-ta
Vandalize the fuck yeah
Kof
Used to be Nikita swat now kita vonki
Don't bother me for money in pink songs
I saw your rags with souls of torn flattery
Dozens changed their skin like Diana Melison
But no matter how zealously it sounds bitch, it’s a small world
He asked and answered, what is it?
Time doesn't change, it touches me to the living (to the living)
I hugged my loved ones tightly and did not lose hope
But the restless wind tore off clothes like leaves
My hoarse voice is again on top of the blackest stripes
The globe is spinning and I also write these proses
I give the girl roses ha and a kiss on the cheek
I've stepped on a rake so many times that I've lost count.
The caravan is moving, the dog is barking
How long can you hit concrete if it doesn’t shoot?
Well, yes, there is a new school on repeat
And my mother left these schoolchildren at home
My friend loved nature Greta Thunberg
Then he played the veins like Richard Kruspe on the strings
Unfortunately, we can no longer mend broken destinies.
Take a different path once you find yourself stupid
And you ?
I've been doing business for seven years
Until I got tired of it and gave it away for money
The reason was laziness and lack of time
Now it's been turned into a trash container.
Caught the unfaithful on the way like a burdock
I haven't written rap in about eight years (about eight)
And I appear in the area much less often
Still without wheels, so we still walk
So we're still walking
My wheels are not on spokes
So we're still walking
So we're still walking
Unfortunately, I'm used to living wrong
Although I learned all the rules in life
There are grams in the pocket of a fawn bitch
Boys to the right girls to the left
I don't want to shed an iota of anger over this
I pour alcohol down my throat at sea in the summer
I carry this life here and there like on a loose pallet
Leaving traces behind, but that’s not about that now
Take a napkin yourself and wipe it off
You'll never understand my world inside
You didn't even try
Whore look me in the eyes
But I don’t even hold your head
I’m still driving which I don’t fucking need
All these principles of habit
My wheels are not on spokes
That's why there's a stick in your ass, would you like to treat yourself?