Саша Скул, Зараза - Лада
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Like a boat in Miami
Lada floats through the houses in the area
Tons of crap smoked
Me and the boys are drunk floating
How much crap smoked
Don't take it literally
You're late, man, read the moral to us
Everything is fine with us
We'll pass it on to airborne or sexually transmitted
Like a hedgehog swallowing smoke in the fog
Like someone else's whip in your pocket
Like they took the cops with a stone
Like in a stuffy cell
Come on, faggot, throw it to me
Your failure is karma
What kind of bunks did you sleep on
Look in my pocket, creature, and search me in front of everyone
This is success, there is a burden, and there is a sin
But if you're a cop, then this doesn't apply to everyone
For the quote, where's the respect? They were assholes, our mob chased their mob
And I took 2C-B from you, it's beautiful
And you didn't hang out at the Ministry of Internal Affairs corporate parties
There was syrup, there was Siberia
Now it's behind
And in the courtyards in the middle of their environment
Like the Bigot Nasredin
Poured in and smoked
Bought shit from you or became rotten
Want to present, faggot? Give me
I'm glad to have you GIVI, because you didn't screw me over
Zero Priora, everything's cool, circles, homies
Tons of hydroponics, in the rhythm of the area
A lot of money, or rather a sea
But most of them are stuck in the zone
2017 was met with such laws
Trasher sweatshirt, so you're a fag
No matter what you do, you can't change yourself with a rag, remember
You can't change yourself with a rag, remember
Like a boat in Miami
Lada floats through houses in the area
Tons of smoked crap
My lads and I are drunk, floating
Like a boat in Miami
Lada floats through houses in the area
Tons of smoked crap
My lads and I are drunk, floating
In my area there are only angry dogs on a leash
But my lads and I will take you out anyway
So that the uncle in blue doesn't meet us kitele
Guardian angels kissed us
And here are lanterns, the lights warm
Our swallow cuts sideways through puddles
We are alone on the track, but in our souls we are a family
I don’t know how it will be later, but now it’s enough for me
While there are a couple of liters in the car’s tank
And the windows are fogged up from the smoke
We need to become a little happier in this swim
Sometimes it even seems like the road is a wasteland, which is beyond our strength
But with the guys we’ll pile on, the driver barely starts from a push
And let those who left us
Be reflected in the rearview mirror
For the stars we reach for
We’ll say to the clear sky: “Thank you”
Let our worries become less
As if they were washed away by the rain
As if they were washed away by the rain
We drove on, happily
Lada floats through the houses to the neighborhood
Tons of crap smoked
We with the boys and I are drunk sailing
Like a boat in Miami
Lada sails through the houses in the area
Tons of smoked crap
We are drunk sailing with the boys
Like a boat in Miami
Lada sails through the houses in the area
Tons of smoked crap
We are drunk sailing with the boys
Like a boat in Miami