БРАТУБРАТ feat. Ямыч Восточный Округ - Заходи споём
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This is Russia, Belarus, no deal
Minsk and EKB, Yamych and BB
The boys and I picked out a suitable minus
No need to bullshit in the comments, listen to the black box
Oh, sing, soul, sing, play the trumpet
You can't run away from yourself, no matter how much you run away
No matter how much you read, you can’t tell to be or not to be
We all know too much here, it's time to kill us
There’s no need to think, there’s a salary, so let’s high five
If you know a lot, it's not your bed that breaks
And summer will not disperse, winter will not invigorate
The most important thing is the money in the house, and everything is vanity
Time flies, after thirty who is your friend?
I draw a corpse on the asphalt with white chalk
The bottom of the bottles is broken, which means they are roses
You wear these wet sneakers
Ale, no one here needs problems
Why, there’s no need to ask us the question point blank
That’s how we live, there’s a store there until 11
I fucked all your masks, I fucked quarantine
We talk about what Yegor Creed won’t talk about
Our souls are unlikely to be tricked by Doctor Aibolit
My pink world somewhere around 15 r.i.p.
And bitch, how fucked up is Covid?
They drink a lot here and the boys are chasing money
Many people have no idea how to move forward.
But no matter what, fuck smart and grown-ups
But turn off their lights, they'll piss in the bed
My twenties are slowly coming to an end.
I’m not talking about morality, fortunately it’s too early to draw the line
Luxury life doesn't just give visas here
There's a whole lot of rats talking here
What about Belarus, what about Russia, fuck it, even America
Salute to all of us from this and that shore
The style is measured, we are in no hurry to live
We're all waiting for something, Hachiko mode is always on
We stay awake a lot and sleep little
Boy, bring me some vodka, we're flying home
We drink purely from the good life with the boys
Listen, you better do this, come in and sing
We stay awake a lot and sleep little
Boy, bring me some vodka, we're flying home
We drink purely from the good life with the boys
Listen, you better do this, come in and sing
Boy, bring some vodka, we're flying home
Often at night we don't sleep, and we want it that way
Even in complete darkness there is somewhere to go
The main thing is not to fuck up, somewhere along the way
To the studio for beats after nine
In the morning, put it all together, throw it over the network
This is an original style, but I'm a strange guy
If so, come in, my team is here
I'll leave only thoughts, fuck the extra garbage
Thirty plus, how quickly tastes changed
I'll get up early today so I don't lose track
There are scars on my skin, bites on my soul
Yamych Eastern District, next to BRATUBRAT
I took out my soul and put it in the notebook again
Take off your locks, free up your bed
They brought the black box, it’s time to open it
We stay awake a lot and sleep little
Boy, bring me some vodka, we're flying home
We drink purely from the good life with the boys
Listen, you better do this, come in and sing
We stay awake a lot and sleep little
Boy, bring me some vodka, we're flying home
We drink purely from the good life with the boys
Listen, you better do this, come in and sing