Sitting in four walls under the euphoria of dope
These images of the Adovas arose on this texture. On a notebook,
The rhymes are beautiful. And the meaning of this text is sad and strong.
It is necessary to bring down from Russia as if around are not alive sweaty as slaves and silent as fish.
Huge prices and low salary, here they can close you right not for the fuck, for repost VKontakte!
It’s not sad and not fun, it's sad, fuck this circus fuck it is a mess.
I won’t be surprised if tomorrow the shows are for the song, they will tie the garbage full of aggression.
To be against the authorities does not mean to be against the homeland. I love Russia for the smell of black currant.
And the essence of all the fables is so steal/stole the state that steals from you.
For the song, fuck a chorus is not needed. Not because I am soulless in this dust strangled
Welcome from here comrade colonel
Huyna this law, the court will be supreme
And which of us is more sinful is how to look at
If I gave you a verdict, then this is only dead
Get sick, bite and sleep at once
Your bodies are already finishing off these infections
And I am far from this picture
Jump out of the window or with a string to perish ardently
Nanai in Naiki huyarit right by section
Careless Tramanans are looking for a signs of batch
I want lightning to be in the epaulettes
I want your mother to love you
I want to grab my own and fly around the cities in restaurants obeying all kinds of cute ladies
Of course, Anya Katayan is better, but without cosmetics shines brighter than Goyard
Her luxurious hair costs a billion. She makes a fire and smells like heaven with her
I stick on it as if to the weeds of marijuana flies on top of a crown
The skin is like a silk and her neck shines like a pawnshop she is dangerous like a bastard
Musorov was put on a pot and gave a foam under the ass and burned them with fucking!?
And not one person burned his life about you, leaving a mark on a huge shock!
Not to sleep, not to cheer up in her hands, a tower is dashing her lice
And I have no face. As if the policemen everywhere they are looking for currency, they are looking for currency.
This world will soon crack it, he is not interesting to me as if mold everywhere, as if I am sponed
Heaters are uninteresting to these poems to be the same and on the horns and on the horns to them
With glasses we drank, we drank heel smoked and realized what we forgot about us
We do not want to thump and puff gas, we want to smoke at least once a day, but the law is fag!
He forbids to smoke grass on the street and at home, there is no photo album where I am with a bush
Not better than 100 grams? how to smoke alone, I think so the law is a simple stupid
Ligalize a cen I want to sit with a lata soul neutralized, then I want to eat
Some kind of song to listen to the sub -growing brains and here it is a text!
Yes, the blasphemy is pushing, because for someone the world is the ocean, for someone a puddle
And everyone strangles himself, youth collapses with a stone
Sometimes I bark worse than a dog when my soul
Bowed in half a cold, let my wife be
I will go through these weapons
Kaniki I will be busy in search of money
Alas, of course, but they don’t do people anymore!