НЕ.KURILI - Манеры
текст песни

Yes, yes, yes, write, aha-ha-ha
Me, me. my area is always laying, once laying
I have a manner: no money - no problem
Gelik rolls to the brothel, but the bitch didn't break a sweat
I've soaked up Basot's crime like a flask
Brother puts it in neutral, my attic is shaking
(yay, one more time)
I have a manner: no money - no problem
Gelik rolls to the brothel, but the bitch didn't break a sweat
Dad is dragging me into scandals over stolen capital
Dile-dile-dilettantes, you divide us into quotes
My area is laying for a time, I’m in business with it, delve into the goals
Like a soaked volume, this is my home, consider it a loss
Thoughts are a train, my conscience is afraid of icons, I seem to be confused
Brother, I’m lost in the same boat with you
Click on the result, mind on a hundred, I should click on stop
Why in the sky? I wouldn’t fall like a corkscrew to the bottom on weekdays.
On weekdays they fell into the monitor, as if in addition to the wrong thing, heaven have mercy in the end
I would intentionally believe, in life's loss, I would pump my skull
This is not a crystal, this is burnt vodka, Mr.
Here the shoulder straps are on the pale, here we are drowned, the days are colorful like a twister
We are on fast injections, the mixture is such that even a spark is enough
We are on the ledges in the scorched crosses, like the Lacosta, every day a ghost
I'm on the fast track, I'm just drowning the cash in bulk
Life threatens the abyss, I cut off with a blade
Undead like people or whores, I don’t count losses, I’m lost
As if the shadows are saturated - I remain on the idea
I have a manner: no money - no problem
Gelik rolls to the brothel, but the bitch didn't break a sweat
I've soaked up Basot's crime like a flask
Brother puts it in neutral, my attic is shaking
(yay, one more time)
I have a manner: no money - no problem
Gelik rolls to the brothel, but the bitch didn't break a sweat
Dad is dragging me into scandals over stolen capital
Dile-dile-dilettantes, you divide us into quotes
Try to melt it, there’s a vice in these eyes. think about it
Where you hid your outfit in the shadows. you-you burned your style, cretin
Your star peak has beeped. sit quietly when chick is online
Your nickname is Mr. Drop your panties
Don't you dare sneeze into the parachute
In a tight circle get a hook
They'll go to the bottom nostrils
Dial in patrol
Otherwise they will kill you for petty fornication on the tabla
They'll beat your lip off
Don't you dare drool like a dog
Watch out for your tail
Who's stuck to his heels?
Throw it off like a whirlwind
Take your breaths to the exit
Transfer the steer to the force of the throw
Beware the liar's eye
Honor your father, remember your creator
Love what's in your heart bro
Count to one hundred - the ghosts of sleep will come to open your eyes
All your pseudo-friends will choose the mower
Choose with whom to swim to the end, don’t drown back, back
If you get into trouble at least once, you'll see who's a brother and who's a scam.
Longing will win
I have a manner: no money - no problem
Gelik rolls to the brothel, but the bitch didn't break a sweat
I've soaked up Basot's crime like a flask
Brother puts it in neutral, my attic is shaking
(yay, one more time)
I have a manner: no money - no problem
Gelik rolls to the brothel, but the bitch didn't break a sweat
Dad is dragging me into scandals over stolen capital
Dile-dile-dilettantes, you divide us into quotes