you say that I'm a fashionable fuck
I'm not chasing PR on my head a halo
I am a saint and have never done this
you think as narrowly as maidens in pants
I shook you, but not with a fist, but with a read
even if you change the sex you will be forgotten by Conchita
jerk off on video and leak it on the net
everyone will still give a fuck about who you are, where are you
your paranoia
like swill non-alcoholic
gonevo just how many like you?
but you are like one hero spying on you
who the fuck do you need a singer
went to the end those end you drove off
gyrus in the head dries like a biscuit
did not guess that the fault is not the salt spice
but you just got stumped in development
did not go beyond the pussy
what you call your hip-hap. fuck?
do you need him? what did he give you that?
thirty already, you sleep soundly
cheerful but confused, cockpit without a navigator
you move into a whirlpool, in a whirlpool and you will die
they will bury you but even the soil will not accept
under, sold ass for a small price
funny but sad you are pennywise
your ass is jaded like this cue ball
you are on the throne bro this is a scam
you can't change yourself like an old hoodie
you are a slave to what they call you
habits thoughts movement lyrics
you live in an unconscious childhood
waiting for the tights to be washed
standing in his shit, year after year
take yourself in hand and not your prick
they didn't remember about you, so they won't forget
fuck that I'm a fashionable fuck
I'm not chasing PR look at myself
you are a saint but where did you lose your halo
your supporters died you were left alone
one cannot cross this optina desert
this optina desert
this optina desert
this optina desert
one cannot cross this optina desert
this optina desert
this optina desert
the author forgot you this optina pustyn
Everyone in me managed to see a sucker
But in the end, he himself remained
There is nothing in the shaking abyss
There are dried waffles in the string bag
Torbulence zone
I equate your number to valence
Your body is full of chemistry, not an ounce of naturalness
Abyss - oxx, space from eternity
Three-dimensionality died then in childhood
At that time, still an undergrowth was a fictionalization of literary plays
Well, you are just a progression, it decreases from plus infinity
As well as the cynicism of this minus with a thousand "if"
I've been taught to think abstractly for so long, by vesuvius
I do not fall into madness at all, but I am ready to say only "in her pussy"
Falling out of white, longing for my past self
This is a gap of wit, a sin of stupidity, there is no darkness of cunning in parentheses.
The fierce asshole says the critic should be clear
The leader should be happy that he has not participated anywhere
Not involved anywhere and not involved, so I'll tell you about one thing
The crotch will remain dirty
They will say to push it apart - to push it apart in front of everyone, at the table.
You were looking for a competitor in me, but the chimes beat on you.
The blind, looking for arguments, offered their options
I saw in you opponents, but you are not musicians
Solid only dissidents and you look like sectarians
And even though I'm so and so bad, my mother fed me with something
But I burn, I fly, I dream in real life, and you are in Optina deserts
And yes I do not care, they will even take you to such a man's monastery
But you are stronger than me, you can handle it, your score is 0: 1