Текст песни StaFFord63 - Жизнь пацанская

I fly and my trip raises the bed
I was pressed hard, now do not get up
Something cottony, incomprehensible
Speech slurred over me.

I was in Cuba, you will not believe, and I was in Egypt
In the White House, Trump discussed a business plan
Hey people in white, beg, let go
I did not count a little and went over malekho.
Well, who doesn’t happen with you, brother, you see, I’m not happy
But he looks sternly, doesn’t believe the campaign, you bastard.
And my hands are tied, I would give in a big way
I immediately slept, went for a beat on h.y.
This track is planned, like light fog
Enveloped the mind .. pour a seagull, smoke one
And the life is patsan’s, and we won’t go to the bottom.

I fly and my trip raises the bed
I was pressed hard, now do not get up
Something cottony, incomprehensible
Speech slurred over me.
This track is planned, like light fog
Enveloped Kanabelsky mind with a trap
Fill a seagull, smoke one
And the life is patsan’s, and we won’t go to the bottom.

Boiling water, a circular sandwich vtochu
By taxi to your girlfriend for a quick
She is waiting and getting ready, I want to know
Tell about love to her about pure
But again, my district mover beckons me
Behind the scenes of rich neighborhoods as is
For various reasons, we are dried
Yard magic, nuclear mixture.
Frozen sharply, then warmed up
Rhyme raved dead body
Accidentally got into the fog and burned out.
But the ashes rose and took off again.

This track is planned, like light fog
Enveloped the mind .. with a trap
Fill a seagull, smoke one
And the life is patsan’s, and we won’t go to the bottom.
I fly and my trip raises the bed
I was pressed hard, now do not get up
Something cottony, incomprehensible
Speech slurred over me.