ChipaChip, Ямыч Восточный Округ, Kof - Распиздяй
текст песни

Tell me, where are the years running away?
And why are you the same
Your former friend, already a deputy
And you will get the same
Tell me, where are the years running away?
And why are you the same
Everyone in business, who is running where
And you will get the same
I broadcast from the same headquarters to a number of spots
I look at you and think: "Well, who is Narik now?"
We kick dicks in all directions as we kicked
While the schoolboy diligently hides Pak Snus in the penalty
I drove everyone on Covid panels, Bitcoin crashed
Drunk goy, they’re being bulls on the balcony
There are full of such outskirts around, but I am calm
I pack rhymes in MP-3 from Russia with love
Pulls on everything to put a bolt
They carry legs and then you understand there was already there (chisel)
The campaign needs a hero to them, this crowd of a lezkok
What only eat, stick and think: where is God?
Life - loop on repetition, trabes - vinyl rustle
You ask: “Where to look for happiness?” - I will answer: “In offshore”
Time haws everyone, because this time is a glutton
Looking for a place in the sun, so that it falls down, burned
Tell me, where are the years running away?
And why are you the same
Your former friend, already a deputy
And you will get the same
Tell me, where are the years running away?
And why are you the same
Everyone in business, who is running where
And you will get the same
Friday, evening, noisy guys
With packages we went into the porch, climbed the fifth
The neighbors passed by, with a displeased look
Come on, get it, explode, you hid the blasphemy there?
On the walls of commas, on the staircase spots
Fuck in his mouth, burned with chewing gum
You show me who is here in chocolate, without tension
Here dinosaurs are sokuya, sometimes a flask splashes
There is a strong smell in the entrance, in the yard the sounds of a saba
Someone saw out sambo show
Constantly trabels, not enough, add grandmothers
Five on the back, two fly overboard
The same faces every day, all this is already dreaming
You kick here a dick, it's time to decide
It was 18 yesterday, tomorrow it was 30
The neighbors are ahuya again, call the police
Pick up to the bones, the wind in the head
Turn off the ground, go upstairs
If Sednya Fartit, then catch the moment
In the courtyard, it fades, on the fucking cop
Pick up to the bones, the wind in the head
Turn off the ground, go upstairs
If Sednya Fartit, then catch the moment
In the courtyard, it fades, on the fucking cop
On the fucking cop
In the courtyard, it fades, on the fucking cop
I am all in the same office as the spot back
After all, shit does not sink, you knew from school
Oh my god, how much did I record?
A whole book about how the real nigga smoked and thumped
And Bibika passes around the yard
Raising the dust behind us, breathing in the crowd
And evidence is crawling along the curb
Bratan, look do not hand it over her foot
We catch the flows of the universe from heaven
Hercules in the morning, foam
This is a Russian type of life ordinary
And under the window road, pits, bumps
All this is so tempting, all the more started
To me to the studio for a hundred -to -cake
All this is so tempting, all the more started
And I still have the same!
Tell me, where are the years running away?
And why are you the same
Your former friend, already a deputy
And you will get the same
Tell me, where are the years running away?
And why are you the same
Everyone in business, who is running where
And you will get the same