Текст песни kovsh beats - РО ЧЭ

my people are with me, this is more than half the battle. I will not let them fall or powder my nose with dirty chalk. don’t powder my brains, son, I’m too old to play games, to hear you scratching, as if you are surrounded by fag and there is no truth anywhere, and you have virtue - a shelter, and all others around either surrender or surrender, and no the truth is nowhere, and you have a virtue - a haven, and all the others around either surrender or surrender. it's more than rap, you know what I'm talking about. in your head nonsense - nothing to do with me. this product cannot be bought, fuck the profits. thought we were going to mainstream? bro, do not tell. breathe evenly, smoke a lot, steal clearly, so that it can bear, as if from a sharaga, a closed record. we are all blocked, but the roof wasn’t demolished. to be honest, it’s a pity that everything turned out like that, but you write, if cho, and we read more and more.

of what we breathe, about 30 percent of the smoke, because this way the world looks somehow crooked, behave playfully, don’t agress on every fag, take care of your nerves. he left no choice - then you fuck the first. maybe you are not a hero, but do not be a scammer, no matter what faith you are, but still believe me - you will regret the time lost and do not regain your confidence, the doors are already closed there, I ask from the bottom of my heart - do not be a plant, from you there was no shadow left. old topics have already been forgotten, they have been replaced by problems, we are all mute in this system, but we will do our best so that we don’t eat with giblets, there is no fun with enemies, you are rich in what you sowed. people are all in all their glory, and the fog inside you has settled, and I flew down the left lane towards you, maybe it was a dream, but I will answer - it is sincere, time heals, but not fast, those who fly low. the laughter from the sadness is close, the lights are turned off where it is too dark and you can’t even see it from the tower, as if the covers were closed, as if you were ashamed, maybe you are full, which you can’t tell by sight, but please don’t lie to your retinue, but please do not lie to your retinue.

I wonder how there, beyond the balcony on the ledges, I don’t recognize, but I wake up again not slept, and my album doesn’t remain unreleased, this is the main thing, I dedicate songs to the elite. this is every person with a capital Ch, vutonn will support me, as well as Roy che. my passport is a baggage check, my motherland is a planet, and if I say “che”, then wait for the verse in any way, it will not be otherwise, but outside the window under the snow there are cars around the house in Moscow, it’s unfamiliar to me, and the brain adopts new laws: remember who your family is, where, your land, where only with all your soul it is able to shine, for the rest - what is outside - they no longer need, and friendship will help to escape from loneliness. and only she.

those old songs from which it began were inspired by memories, do you remember what we eventually became, as a result we live in different values, it turns out, but before the goal was one or something like that. I don’t teach you, and you made the choice yourself, you don’t need to fuck back if you fell out of order, so value your people, brother stands for brother, and rats get out of the boat, smelling something was wrong. there are things that do not bazaar about them, they are already understandable, and there are deeds that stain the soul with dirty spots. I cherish the past, but time comes on my heels, time goes on as it went, but not turn back. it’s just a shame that people have become empty places, what else can you tell you, I shrug.