Кислый - Кислый
текст песни

From outside, the world, until then he did
you change your souls for nal, I am on you
I watched the mountains, dear this ball
my road is long, a halt is inappropriate in it

Airplanes, ferries, water
Moving from a madhouse to the same loop
And you know better where there is no me
The vapor of the Jewish eye, envy, and I

He threw the gaze, on the one who is inappropriate for me
Narimer Skriptonit and his piles of songs
And as a jester, copying actions
as if I'm a student, he is on a retirement

What happened to me? After all, it grew up on the music of those
who did not climb when in this pedico -steppe
Around new thousands of schemes
Alien sweeter is hell, but I have the same hell

The head penetrated the city of gloomy
I am different, there is one such boy in the world
and the brain was not in the channel of the river I let
either the matter is, or the stupid captain

found the singer, but not in the subject
I contacted others, but they have no dealing with them
Fucking me a singer if I didn't want to fuck
And others? They simply do not care.

How much time was spent
It seems to have his burden, I also jumped according to styles
a demon of any purpose, without what a motive
But now everything is with a bouncer from concrete flooring

Leviathan knocks everything out of the way
Help me God not get off him
everything was summed up, there are points over and
I am an individual, and you are you

chorus
I'm blind, I'm outside, light in darkness
one on one, in this game
My fight, through pain
The battle in me
My house is necropolis
And he burns in fire
I dismantled the bricks
This Bologgan dispersed
the style that has been brought up inside once
He gathered Zani himself

my life is road, from work to morgue
my drunken dream, under the captain Morgan
The path began again to people
The terrible road of the misanthrope

I saw everything, falls, ups
imaginary stars, geniuses, forgotten after
How people on this basis drank
And now what kind of kindness, public, weakness

how many times, I knocked my legs
so that in the end he waits only a failure
and having stepped on the threshold, no one let out
Changed and put on the end of the pass

put the law for myself, because something is wrong here
where is every second, rapper and punk
Half of the smoky smoked,
Half Buhoy Tony Rout

Put the barrier from their theater
My path is just as dangerous, Dyatlov pass
created his own world, where I live in it alone
not a commoner, but did not go to the top

hiding away by veterinum, half -naked whores
On sheets, creating yourself and your own style
on a clean wall, as if I was drawing a street art
Drawing yourself in pieces, creating from scratch

I remember they told me, you are clogged and sluggish
that in my tracks, there is no fucking drive
Who said this? rapper avid
now he also does not know him

This track, as the beginning, is like an intro in the album
In this full house, the sald is out and they will remember me here
over the heads, through the bastard
I will not enter the open door, I burst into fucking