New track - another brain disease
Another sip, and again I hear this cry
Again with advice to bother - left, right.
I was familiar with fate and she's a bitch, really
I translate instrumentals, cut samples to noise
The devil wears the Prado, and I wear the second
Looking for new rhymes, I'm like a sectarian fanatic
Outsider, trailing behind, and always out of place
Reading a track, I'm dying, can't get a pulse
You hear it, but they won't hear me, and let
"Instead of punches, you insert references into tracks, that's enough"
Look dude, you can't run away from the link nafig
And you are all critics - look for the flaw
I am monogamous, and I love only myself in life
People are funny, incomprehensible, strange creatures
I love to ride, but I only climb a sled uphill
I fall down, "where are you, Sanya in a spiral?"
The end of my saga has not yet been finished with verses.
I will be quieter, if only you yourself calmed down
And I will disassemble everything, so to speak, into details