Текст песни PXWLL - Культура курения

After lunch

I will light a cigarette

I will hide in the basement

Your ghetto

No friends

To think about pain

We need a cigarette

And no more

And you are just a fool

And you listen to rap

Do not understand art

You always carry nonsense

Cherry beer

Glass life

There are no interests

You fall down


My smoking culture

Like the poems of Olympov

I'm crazy

And for me it can be seen

I smoke cigarettes

Every morning

We must throw it

But I'm very stupid

My smoking culture

Like the poems of Olympov

I'm crazy

And for me it can be seen

I smoke cigarettes

Every morning

We must throw it

But I'm very stupid


Resins in the lungs

Burns of the soul

Prospects

Not so important

And I would like to do

What you want

But the meaning is this

What should I go

When I get

Glory and money

You will not hear

Songs about summer

I will not go

In that train

Time will pass

And burn like a match


My smoking culture

Like the poems of Olympov

I'm crazy

And for me it can be seen

I smoke cigarettes

Every morning

We must throw it

But I'm very stupid

My smoking culture

Like the poems of Olympov

I'm crazy

And for me it can be seen

I smoke cigarettes

Every morning

We must throw it

But I'm very stupid