Vadimaik:
Sometimes a bitch infuriates everything, we walk along the blade
Life will not teach the devil to live, their way out: hang yourself
We will stay in place, drink for the health of loved ones
Life is short and for this, we stand up guys
Dreams can come true, fuck the fake faces here
Only a close circle checked over the years
Cracking over the asses, they were reaching for the elders
We didn’t bend, and further we also fucked
I adore a lot of boshik and cough
If we start smoking, dick stop us you
And also we can take a birch and sprite
Then we swell for five days, know
Dick Eel With Modern Love
A generation of whores without a dick are not faithful
Give her a device, remember her Vasya
Throw it out, scum
Think now yourself, rewind time back
Where is that whole picture, your former friends
Your true love, everyone left you
Memoirs in those days, from the heart of all those who are with me right now
Twoks:
The gray look of these buildings is fucked up to vomit.
And here we are three, from Sunday to Saturday
Here what, where and how, every schoolboy knows
And in the gateway at night, you fucking for a steward
Fuck your income, they want to come here
And fuck from what, even to death
Thought death from chemistry, fiction, mysticism?
But he took another and became a figure in statistics
And there the bro is still drunk, your sweet lady
Filled that she herself, leading to the bedroom
Ayo, is it sad? Is not it?
But it’s true, all the fuck, the performance
They are fucking and only ready to crawl
I see them all right away, so fuck me
Think boy, decide what will happen next
Which way to choose and watch out for the falsity
Chorus:
Selling love is in fashion, I myself Max in Ahui
Bitches are on the devices, whores fuck you all
Pot-bellied majors in Kruzak fuck them
So money color their belly bro, yeah
Do you notice how many fake friends you have?
-Well yes
When meeting with them stupidly, hi bye
Yes, and I have such, too,
Everything is visible from the outside, because life is a showcase
