ARM - Упорот
текст песни

I am a blank
Give a barrel I bought gunpowder
I took out the barrel from the pocket
And remembered him for what replaced
I will not specify
How much everything was fucked up
He stumbled with alcohol
Alcohol was wrapped in me
I put it here
Not bad material
I allow but not a splif
And I am doing an abnormal
I do not take the lines to Biton
Making another fiton
I paused on the fairway of the album
There would have been no rod
Here almost a visit is everywhere
Everything is the same
But in different packages
Like cars in parking lots
Under the park Staffa
Festivable day and night
And at exactly midnight
From had Cheyu that daughter
After a booze again staring again
On the exhausts stroke
That there was no little left to hang out
But I got there
I'm described myself here
Ama Faken Ril
Among your RELL
I pulled you a hole
And I was torn into it
Throw your soul into my soul
Around hundreds of people
Sales for cabbage
The rot of the soul will not show DNA
With any misunderstanding
I say to the nits for now
Revenge in place
In a smile, flattery
After the Budona
Space Gray
I achieve Nike
Among the yellow lights