Михей и Bad Balance - Тик Т.М. Так
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Your mother is like that, right
Your mother is so, tick-so
Your mother is like that, right
Tick ​​is your mother, so your mother ...
Tick ​​is your mother!

Time runs, flies, passes, drives crazy
Everyone remains with their own, the clock leaves
We do not want to freeze like granite
We do not want to believe that which is simply not
It's empty here, we stuffed
Many are missing in the head of the desired growth
Hatred is false, the enemy looks menacingly
Follow our rhyme, it's not difficult
Consider, as you consider necessary, think how it is
We only have ... take the idea to read the text for you
Time is the measure of your whole business
The idea is to know about it
This is a lot about this - "Time is money"
Not money, but time, only time runs us
Minutes your mother run like this
How seconds fly - tiki, tiki, so

Your mother is like that, right
Your mother is so, tick-so
Your mother is like that, right
Tick ​​is your mother, so your mother ...
Tick ​​is your mother!

Time awards the one who wins
Whether he surrendered, betrayed or sold, throws time
Having run away from the struggle, he throws it again
Confident in victory to the end, gives hope
Mom - no, heals sleep
Father - day, raises to battle
Our day, day, day, we run over the clock
Giving all your strength, cling to mom
One question torments one question - "Why was I born?"
Cold moan, tone, who am I surrounded?
And behind the bolt behind, only the dark corridor knocks and only
My voice says - "I hear the heart bit!"
The length and width of life - a complete dose
The beginning and end in time is always accurate
Do not hug the time, do not overtake the shadow
Do not buy the departing minutes, do not sell

Your mother is like that, right
Your mother is so, tick-so
Your mother is like that, right
Tick ​​is your mother, so your mother ...
Tick ​​is your mother!

Tick, so - time is leaving
Tick ​​so your mother runs time, passes
Tick ​​is so your mother, time is rushing like this
Our time has come, the time has come for rap attacks
Foam on beer settles
Water sharpens the stone on the stone, turns into sand
Not all forgive us for minutes, rotating the earth
Only one who loves his job suffers
Having the idea, he makes his way through time
Funk, rhythm, melody, bass
Seconds are a rhythm, and in this rhythm "balance"
Bad balance resembles, look at the clock
Swate ash - bustle, longing, cleanse your brains
Evil syllables, open lines
Little by little, the deadlines are selected
We change vices to strict gags
Prophets give us scientific lessons
But everything goes away, only the case remains and we
There is little time, little, little, we are rushing the clock

Your mother is like that, right
Your mother is so, tick-so
Your mother is like that, right
Tick ​​is your mother, so your mother ...
Tick ​​is your mother!

Time runs, flies, passes
We stay with our own, the clock leaves
My life is spinning, spinning
Each of us has its own head
And only those words that I will leave after myself
And only the moment that my melody is about

Your mother is like that, right
Your mother is so, tick-so
Your mother is like that, right
Tick ​​is your mother, so your mother ...
Tick ​​is your mother!