Кравц, Красное Дерево, Rigos - На вулкане
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Sativa team, children of sad apartments
We sit and smoke like in a bathhouse
Giv melts to a forgotten tune
Smoke pours out like a volcano
We smoke like in a bathhouse
Smoke pours out like a volcano
We smoke like in a bathhouse
Smoke pours out like a volcano
I love the bathhouse, I spin a big broom
I'm like in Amsterdam at least seven times a week
Jarastareggi brotherhood, finally gathered
Jarastareggi brotherhood, normal boyish movement
Between Garden and Third - Presnya
The fire hasn't gone out van love hip hap bullet ruv
I don’t care, we survived everywhere bro
Van love hip hap bullet ruv
What else is needed, we have a close-knit team
We rock Maryjane and Jablanta
I'm charging the microphone, I'm not busy with important things
When the boys called me to the bathhouse
Sativa team, children of sad apartments
We sit and smoke like in a bathhouse
Giv melts to a forgotten tune
Smoke pours out like a volcano
We smoke like in a bathhouse
Smoke pours out like a volcano
We smoke like in a bathhouse
Smoke pours out like a volcano
And no one wanted it that way, but they drag him to the department
Bracelets on hands, two sweaty bodies
I have a lot of smoke, not enough antibodies
Dream sativa dim twisted - flew away
There's tea in my glass, it's not lean
I joined this team in ninety-five
Lupium, opium, naphthalene did not kill me
And I'm not greedy, but half is often not enough for me
You do what you have to do, and we do what we want.
On beat three one, it's a sativa tim
Couple with moss with sin and to the very gray hairs
I always wore a mask, I don't give a fuck about quarantine
This city is a zoo, we are brown, and you are a panda
I'm omitting the third, you died from loniblant
In this game the guerrillas play as a necromancer
Indica Crew is not a rap, but a mantra
Sativa team, children of sad apartments
We sit and smoke like in a bathhouse
Giv melts to a forgotten tune
Smoke pours out like a volcano
We smoke like in a bathhouse
Smoke pours out like a volcano
We smoke like in a bathhouse
Smoke pours out like a volcano
Smoke above the water, flames in the sky
There are clubs under the arches, I am serene like a monk
I swam into the abyss of thought, swaying on the waves
Knowing the farthest corners of your mind
I see from above as if from a copter
Sliding in the clouds, I became a surfer
Crushing on Hugh Hefner's magazine
Pollen on zeroing lofters
R1 in this game meter, wait, I'm blowing up the meter
Entropy, smoke from the depths, repeat my leap to the sky
Sativa team, children of sad apartments
We sit and smoke like in a bathhouse
Giv melts to a forgotten tune
Smoke pours out like a volcano
We smoke like in a bathhouse
Smoke pours out like a volcano
We smoke like in a bathhouse
Smoke pours out like a volcano