Текст песни Братиш - Неон

From under. blankets barely barely
Pal look at the telly,
TV series are fed up,
What would you do
ate week
I waited Monday.
Dine once, Yes, crawling to bed.
To share the laziness
How to overcome yourself?
To the sofa, remote control
Yes Cause for later
(not ready)
How tired to do nothing
drowned on the couch, chalk around.
Phone signals
Gap gave in silence
Operator or not?
Who is on that wire side?
voice not familiar to me
Pick up the phone
& quot; hello & quot;
Charming notes of speech,
combed in the ear, Tipo with high will be evening.
Take care of the liver, tusnya provided
You will not regret, Man
In the bar and the soul will heal
From holes and wounds.
Sneakers from the corridor
They themselves sat on their feet,
the blanket ran away
& quot; answer master, where are you going? & quot;
How is that?
Hut did not leave,
Cried sneakers,
Tek, Droyal bitter drops tap
Yards step, slowly,
Past sites in the arch,
Stop.
In fact
Take me Horned
On the trail not katanna
I attach the travel card to the screen of the validator.
Passing an hour in the battles of grannies,
I go into this hive.
Club Walls beat a bass.
So cool.
In order not to jinx it
Strange, but smoothly
Face control bypassing casting
The guard’s face is familiar, & quot; hello & quot;
Past the girls, viskar, Coca-Cola
I shout them Hall
At the moment of the explosion of the dance floor
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Fell neon on te.laaa
In the dance Interlaced waist ladies
Mike gets wet, she's hot.
Just a little bit more and give hands
Fell neon on bodies
The sound systems gave the beat
Here until you fall, or until the morning
Bartender at the bar poured by the glass
Nectar
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Eyes if that
Smoke curtains
the safit beam slides over the bodies of the princesses
Here everyone knows the dimensions of the hips
I am writing & quot; I have arrived & quot; to that aunt's number.
And he did not keep waiting for an answer.
Bachney cocktail, go upstairs.
Frightened for a second
Has faded
I moved the shadow to the bar, seeing the money.
Soaked in ppm blood
I felt it was not the type that I was.
Dope D.O.D
Cast a motive
I take the instincts in the opera
call the elevator.
Tink
This is the floor I need
Epaudine madame
I Cough, & quot; who are you, mamma? & Quot;
it became scary
Her wrinkles gave experience
She is still a tigress
In both cheeks snapped belyash ...
Hanging pleats in a peignoir net
She BelAZ on the background of Chevrolet Impala
Greasy skin in the light shimmers glare
Tasty beard on the face and to her god, the Viking
Here came the helicopters,
Alcohol blades in me gained momentum
I am not satisfied
Her movements are like waves
let me down, I answer, beat vomiting fountains
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