Текст песни Готлиб, LonelyStash - ВОСТОК

Route to the West, to the East
We are driving into the distance without brakes
And I sit in a Private Jet like a boss
I drink Moet from her tears
Route to the West, to the East
We are driving into the distance without brakes
And I sit in a Private Jet like a boss
I drink Moet from her tears

The ass is jumping bautz-bautz - ball
Fucked on the bed full of packs
We fly along the highway in a Porsche
Made meat little butcher

Like a child in my bed
To be with me - they pay with tears
Yes, I'm a wizard, make a wish
One-touch Magik stick
(What?)
I really don't give a fuck
Minsk-Moscow, get your butt ready
Fucking cities is our business
Don't forget to go to work in the morning

I drive crowds of bitches in a loaf
If you want to come to me, fill out the forms
After me they won't let you
And let everyone know that

Route to the West, to the East
We are driving into the distance without brakes
And I sit in a Private Jet like a boss
I drink Moet from her tears
Route to the West, to the East
We are driving into the distance without brakes
And I sit in a Private Jet like a boss
I drink Moet from her tears
Yes bae I'm the boss
Wipe everyone's nose
Forget where I grew up
After all, demand has increased
Yes bae I'm the boss
Wipe everyone's nose
Forget where I grew up
After all, demand has increased

The tycoon's wife is waiting for me
Mummy knows my card by heart
No more cash at ATMs
Stash received salary for the quarter

Stash received salary for the quarter
We are in Porsche, you are in Yandex Maps
Bitches squeak, like not according to the facts
Only “Numbers” say that you are an idiot

Route to the West, to the East
We are driving into the distance without brakes
And I sit in a Private Jet like a boss
I drink Moet from her tears
Route to the West, to the East
We are driving into the distance without brakes
And I sit in a Private Jet like a boss
I drink Moet from her tears