Текст песни SBEYPEPEL - Не тормози

I'm so tired
From these tips and conversations
The fact that he’s suicidal, a drug addict and always stubborn
This is a foreign city
And somewhere far away is my home
who is so dear to me

Logik,
Dirt smolders on whitefish with menthol
Recording in mono
Panorama on monitors
I can come alive
And leave in an ambulance
The main thing is that from these moans
The whole office was rocking

I spent dynamite here too
And I don't need gunpowder
Remember
This dirt will forever remain in the pores
According to the old scheme, I roll the dollar
Look,
We cut our own throats

This is where your life is
Shit didn't screw you
Where do foreigners buy money?
Bitch,
Fuck our chicks
Everything is going well, right?
But the skin paid off
After all, there is poverty everywhere

Let me pass
There is no need to build offended people here
This is what we are
And not everyone can survive here
I'm so glad that something is moving us
I hope they hear this

I went to pick up a painting from Roma
Pinned with cones
That moment when you
Halfway through you can barely breathe
The smoke made your voice quieter
From the bottom of my heart for respect
My bar is even higher

Don't slow down
Because this music saves lives
To those who are drowning in the mud there
Don't slow down
This is a life preserver
For the kents who were taken away

Don't slow down
Because this music saves lives
To those who are drowning in the mud there
Don't slow down
This is a life preserver
For the kents who were taken away

Don't slow down
Because this music saves lives
To those who are drowning in the mud there
Don't slow down
This is a life preserver
For the kents who were taken away

Don't slow down
Because this music saves lives
To those who are drowning in the mud there
Don't slow down
This is a life preserver
For the kents who were taken away

We drown ourselves to the bottom
What will make you sick
Do not waste your time,
You can't surprise us with anything
Here the boys are like a sieve
But not everyone is godless
It will hurt a lot of people here
It's simply not possible anymore

In these places
Better move more carefully
It's better not to move
And leave it in the past
But no one can do it here
Shivering
When Saltovka is under the skin

Yes maybe,
I'm writing about the same thing
But I'm the same
And this is what I have lived through
Where it's crumbled
Where everything is complicated
Yards are what is inherent in us

Sorry,
I'm not ashamed to say out loud
Pain for a bit
Blunt is smoking
There is room to grow
And someone took a lot
And I couldn’t give you a ride
The fruits of your greed

Don't slow down
Because this music saves lives
To those who are drowning in the mud there
Don't slow down
This is a life preserver
For the kents who were taken away

Don't slow down
Because this music saves lives
To those who are drowning in the mud there
Don't slow down
This is a life preserver
For the kents who were taken away

Thanks Kostya
On all buses at the checkpoint
My face,
Sbeypepel try the first grade
I hope that someday I will reach my fathers
Let only bones remain
This won't be the end

Reach the top from the bottom
By intertwining these words
Instilling hope in others
With your music,
Local underground
I haven't had a dream for a long time
The place where I grew up
This is one of the foundations in my rap

Kharkov - Moscow
Bus for 9 hours
I'm flying back on the plus side
Under a new minus,
Half a Jameson bottle of juice
And to the border
I'm not killing a weak piece

Then I write and write
I write and write,
About what I value
What I watch and what I see
All for the sake of these movements
And sometimes it gets so boring
That I just hate

Don't slow down
Because this music saves lives
To those who are drowning in the mud there
Don't slow down
This is a life preserver
For the kents who were taken away

Don't slow down
Because this music saves lives
To those who are drowning in the mud there
Don't slow down
This is a life preserver
For the kents who were taken away