саша левитан feat. Русик, Даня Кузнецов - Мечтаю
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I dream of earning a full-time living and becoming an IT specialist.
I started with the band Malchishnik.
Now it's Red Tree.
Huge respect to the cabinetmaker for what he's done.
We were cutting up shashlik with gold in Volokolamsk.
The owner is crazy, some obscenity is creeping into his head.
We're leaving.
Levitan in a fictitious Toyota.
Rolled in with Roland.
But the sound card isn't connecting.
Downloading plugins on Cool Edit, sampling Piekha Edita.
She's cool.
Recording an album on Rossoshanskaya Street.
You're Russian, a shaman in your ears, I support you.
But I stand aside, not touching.
I remembered the Neva crucian carp, how they made money.
It's a different time now, but it's still possible.
Although, the percentage on transactions has been reduced.
We want it legalized.
But the local police officer is standing nearby.
As I remember, My ex is electrocuted, what a fool.
Just a flood of complaints.
I can't even remember how old she was, but she has lips like a fish's.
I don't like rotten parties, but I show up.

We hang out on Yangel Street, everyone's ours.
Levitan is slobbering, the cat is stoned.
Flies out the window, it's indecent.
Shashlik at a dacha near a vomit in Volokolamsk.
They stole socks and an MF DOOM mask.
Complete this text with your head if you don't understand it the first time.
We're racing to Podolsk on the second gear.
Veteria is there.
Our criteria on a bad wave.
We haven't been to Krasnaya Polyana in Sochi.
But we dream.
We spent evenings in porches and to this day we're not averse to it.
I haven't tried mescaline.
Although I can bare my teeth.
But he seems like a kind guy, and they say he's good.
I disagree.
Once upon a time. We were drinking, but I won't say who with.
That story is in the past, my family is complaining about me being here.
We're listening to Guf.
To the tune of sativa in Splif,
But the guys are still holding on.
No need to panic unnecessarily.
I'll pop into Belokrasnoye now, get high as usual.
A child of the capital's rhythm.
Like holidays without cash.
Bitcoin is rising, but that doesn't concern me.
The charts are falling.
A grand in my pocket.

Sanya, the bit-maker, was casually playing the sampler.
The neighbors were having fun in their apartment.
Refugees from South Ossetia.
They came to rent a place.
Russik and I are writing to Academician Yangel.
The sample is mesmerizing.
Spit in your faces.
I know why we need a war with vultures.
There will be no happy accidents.
A pistol with a laser.
The bastard was aiming the rams, oh my God.
Taxi in Moscow. City
Equalizer on the backing tracks
We're adding airs
One-take recording
On the track, the mic falls out of my hand, I'm adding pitch
Even though I'm scared shitless of the pincher
A pack of matches is filled with something
But not what we thought
I dream of walking through Dublin in a fashionable jacket
And now at Trubnaya metro station, I'm dawdling, all puffed up
My mother-in-law grew oyster mushrooms
And I'm dying from this gardening
I get a thrill when sativa grows
And a chirp in a bong according to GOST, fuck it
I dream