ЧЕРДАК23, ГРЖД, Мурмура, Завод, Tureast, Место Встречи - Хмурое утро
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This gloomy morning
Better in micro
I'm crazy in delirium
My own life is steering
FSU to the north or south
If you are difficult
Then they will pack you
And they will never find
Your stories are muddy
Better to put it on
What is going on around
You filter more often
To me to pussy for comfort
In its cabin, a rotten
A couple of verses and on the road
It is important to pull out the essence here
I don't want to fill
That in our life everything is buzz
And go to life
It will not be easier
It turned out somehow chaotic
And in general something will chop
Do not bustle
Time will destroy us

Everything is exactly, all the same
The path from kudo too
A total of a couple
Where I feel the bottom with a gut
And there is no one inside
Here is an agreement with you
That this life is a pattern
Will not lure in Lasso
Walking in Lazo Park
Or in the thick of the industrial zone
It’s bad, then good
Now very fast, then Slow
And even a pierced freak
In life he will find a slot
And inside me
Just as it is growing
Lump
Lump
Take care of yourself, ok?

This is a gloomy morning
I will sleep
Do you want warmth and comfort
I fuck me
The heel walks in a circle
Not your move, Jung
In winter, snow and blizzard
Here life is fierce
There was no shelter
Did not grow together
But so I wanted
Something was shaking
Born not in the subject
The campaign by teaching theorems
I missed where it was good
And where the fuck would all go here
Where the red sun painted the sky
And around all the same everything is gray
And you are earrings to face
In the world where each bitch, the face is brought to an end

It does not load
And heals with frowning morning
Maybe you will be useful
But no more urns
The whole cunt is Sumburen
Take a step back
And oversleep noon
EVERYDAY I'm fired
Fonit noise
And there is no focus already
Autumn, courtyard, cold
In micro snotty nonsense
I will disarm me
Dehydrate
On sterry yeast
I will not get out of the skin

Again dawn, I wake up in cold sweat
Began to see dreams again when he threw nonsense
A bullet-fucker is catching me up there, well
Began to stick out again from Thursday to Friday
The day was again depressed, but did not go through his way
Everything is variable brother, only horror is unchanged
What is inside the boom
Not a rod as before
Look at everything from the side
Among the crowds of sleeping
Go where the soul drags you
After all, the desires of the flesh are just minced meat from falsehood
This is a letter for the same missing
Among the universal nonsense, try to think differently
Otherwise, the ax will lower the fate of the executioner
A bony cloak will leave behind him
You can't choose a successful moment for death
Everyone sees in his own way what will happen next
Each in its own end
Therefore, we are in a flock of wolf
And every guest is uninvited
Risks becoming drowned here
This is a deep pool
Take care of yourself a friend
The attic is twenty -three