Twoks:
They dream of a beautiful life, my goodness
But the money that their mother gives them is spent on drinking
And everything is crap, in new clothes for clubs
But, they will take you off in an instant that you are as stupid
The prince will roll on white, He will say that the queen
And when you listen to this track you won’t get to the bottom of the chorus
Sorry, but you yourself, make yourself a victim
And tonight for him, you won't be the first
And not even the last, I just want to forget
Today whiskey with cola, tomorrow loneliness
Memories, muddy, heavy morning
evening ringing, and again everything in a circle!
Although, with whom you will lead, there you will sooner lie down
How much your face flickered in the windows of high-rise buildings
You can’t forbid to live beautifully, everyone understands
But he fucks you, hugs another
Vadimaik:
And I considered silently all, from
Was in search of the truth, well, at least particles of the soul
I see how life tramples us, two-faced people
I surprised look, stupidly pierced all of them there ...
Stick everything in the snot, in pop because everything is on the notes
Go for banknotes, love is fashionable
On an iPhone in a thong photo, you are a queen, but
Spread legs type, if on wheels then
Everything is there without question, and your vows are not what
Degree erases the truth, the line between sleep and reality
Pour into her ears, larva, will reveal the soul directly
He will spread his legs right away, changing her husband for money ...
And again I see puffed lips on avks
In transparent dresses, swirls in clubs
And now it’s so hard to find one
Yes, and I myself, in these available tone
Where the look is beautiful, there is a dirty soul
She hides everything in herself and always will be
And I'm looking for my love, ripping off different masks
Passing secretive on through
For them, sex is happiness, and relationships are only part of that
Web tangled in love
And how many victims fall into it know pain
Again, this is all I watch for the day, now you count
How many fake ones are beside us, and we ourselves
Tangled in a stream of lies with you, bitches believe the wrong
Trusting surrendering in the bedrooms
Chorus:
I saw these whores in which they pour
After which they give everyone between the legs
Sheltering one, repeating the route
Now it’s not easy for me to distinguish the falsehood of bitches