НЕ.KURILI, ChipaChip - Пустошь
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Right when burning, not melts
Wrong when they are poisoned
Under the camera when they lie and do not scorch
I like it when the brothers are on equations
Correct when they honor, not bow
Right when he lived, and not just aged
I do not like
Strangers on the outskirts of our sleeping
Yes, we take off up or fall down to the bottom
Brother, there are many of us, and we are all here at the same time
Brother fussing every day here like a groove
It is important that the movement does not end the west
Yes, we take off up or fall down to the bottom
Brother, there are many of us, and we are all here at the same time
Brother fussing every day here like a groove
It is important that the movement does not end the west
Your music is a wasteland
You are for cabbage, along the way, and give in ace
It's so funny that it is already sad
When you try to buy all this taste of your
Here remain to the tam
Who are tested by time
Those to whom the experience has gone here
For the best personal coach
A familiar one is in a bimer
Everyone here wants to be a leader
You cannot tie two words
Do you make a blasphemy then, do you build a speaker out of yourself?
Time quietly so tikalo
And now where to find someone here?
We would not get off the way here
In search of a buzz of the wildest
Yes, we take off up or fall down to the bottom
Brother, there are many of us, and we are all here at the same time
Brother fussing every day here like a groove
It is important that the movement does not end the west
Yes, we take off up or fall down to the bottom
Brother, there are many of us, and we are all here at the same time
Brother fussing every day here like a groove
It is important that the movement does not end the west
Muddied a cigarette with a kentukha
I ran heart to heart - and into the cut
Got lost, then in unrest, then in thoughts
Meded in the stomach along the way
Spilled on the text on the sheet
I felt this wasteland under the load
Cool I confused art and music with garbage
In their mental intent
Never sting the hack as music inserted
Yes, I banned me
I have been taught from childhood as right
Abundance
Flew with the boys on the stolen
Remember, brother, not a bazaar everything on camera
Everyone's right is to start again
At least at the stage of drunk
May mine once throw a pulse to zero to zero
Let this bush catch up only sadness
I won’t wake up by morning, I'm not afraid
Better a dead bottlenut cargo
Friends scattered in the yard
When blood flowed down the canvas
My pain has become closer than a friend
When the circle surrounded me like a parachute
Wolled balance is karma
Yours like the usual contrast, fornication and whore
I was without dough, where longing
Fairy tale, and I was ballast
The whole essence is like a zausa chups
And they are fiercely suck for cabbage
But better a skin without a bust under a blouse
Than music without feelings, wasteland
Yes, we take off up or fall down to the bottom
Brother, there are many of us, and we are all here at the same time
Brother fussing every day here like a groove
It is important that the movement does not end the west
Yes, we take off up or fall down to the bottom
Brother, there are many of us, and we are all here at the same time
Brother fussing every day here like a groove
It is important that the movement does not end the west