Тяжёлая атлетика - ОРИДЖИНАЛ
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I don't give a damn about the past.
With all these vegetables and childish laughter,
Some Lambert ditched me with a half-quiet,
Griha got me high with weightlifting,
After all, we were once aiming for the squad,
From the sour sky, cunt,
While we're at the bottom,
It's not the West, but the East, or the amount of sleep that matters.
And time hovers while the observable world turns into that,
Exactly what I was talking about,
I've been a lot of assholes,
Like a little dildo,
The only thing I haven't used is Dex with Crocodile,
I'll spend all my years on my phone,
I look at the screen and see my beloved in porn,
The cops are watching, and we're idiots in a dialogue,
The cash spent on Shava would be enough to invest,
In a cool bathyscaphe, to show off in the bay, too,
I'll swim up to the president,
Why do you need a water one, A newspaper, sects are roaming the country
Right in the news feeds,
The rich kids are exchanging the crazy ones at dawn
I'd feed bears in a den, but not dandies
Half the country is burned and offended,
Having earned at least something, I'll spend it on the original

I'm spending my cash on the original
Clearly, this isn't a visual
Somewhere in the bay, she's in a negligee
Licks my baton
You were an offended victim
I pierced like a spotlight into the darkness
Into your seven sins of endless torment
This is heavy music, friend
And you won't understand everything around you
Or you will, but only under the circle
Walking on thin ice across a pond, it's hard
To keep the strings of your soul from getting tangled
And half the country is on the outskirts
The rich kids in a jeep Buy armored slate
After all, yours is already crumbling
I'll never be able to get enough
All the streetlights are going out, and so are their hearts
News feeds are again about dead rappers
Since morning, I've been playing the sound
Exhaling and playing again, and

Everything will be awesome, my lungs are enveloped in harmony
A coolness quietly penetrates my nostrils
I've been through this whole kitchen for a long time
Our people still believe the ballads of maniacs
Until you're all bent over, you'll keep crying
My wages are boiling to this hip-hop
I'm blowing smoke somewhere on the plateau
Our whole life is like lotto, someone buries
And someone vomits in her face
I smell the waiter
Somewhere in the slums of Magnitogorsk's courtyards
My swallow is a skinny faggot Spits in her face
She stomps around the world
Among the bitches at the top of all the foreign exchange fucks, I send them to the furnace
My thoughts are on a first name basis with you
My life is the road to immortality
I gave up rapping a long time ago, I'm a fucking idiot forever
Many thoughts in my head, but thoughts go into a talisman
I write to the beat, but they're not in the beat
In short, it seems my thoughts are lost in the loop
But I quietly realize school is playing on my iPod in the theme
I predict that demons are inserting insulin in the entryway
Just bang in moderation
Fuck greenhorns intentionally
Fear the siren or the Dorian Gray poster