BOLNOI, MAD - Могила
текст песни

You won't come to my grave
My body has long cooled down
I washed my pain with Lin
At that time you lived with nits

Ha, you thought I died
I underwent your black boomer
I get together in my white gero
And your world is already lost

You thought I loved her bitch
You will die in terrible torment yourself
While I'm sending a bamboo smiley
And I raise your bitch from my knees

An album came out and he was not a sketch
He all his life will be my echo
This is our life we ​​are a bunch of teenagers
You know yourself - this is a difficult age

You know yourself - this is a difficult age
I will erase this tedious image
I went in - your people came out
Listen to bitch, these are my thoughts

I'm flying on my roof
I am flying like in paradise, but above
I’ll turn off, everything is by the power
Come to my grave

You will not come to my grave
On my grave
You will not come to my grave
On my grave
You will not come to my grave
On my grave
You will not come to my grave

We run from fears, why do you need pathos
You are within the framework of a brother, with you only Narcos.
I will be here, King Metaphor
Your best friend is in fines

I am Builder of Knowledge, I want knowledge
My meaning is secret, I want confessions.
Click on the play, the COLLAR MOMMY chain.
Your rap like a sketch, caught all the wibers.

I like TV, I will return your memory,
Oh, God Damn, we are above paradise.
We fly to the tops, regardless
Understand small, please Don’t Cry’a

I ran away from the cops, I am under the sight
Shouted All in, I'm not a target for you
A difficult age, why do you need a price tag
I see a halo, but there is no sense in it

You will not come to my grave
On my grave
You will not come to my grave
On my grave
You will not come to my grave
On my grave
You will not come to my grave

You will not come to my grave
On my grave
You will not come to my grave
On my grave
You will not come to my grave
On my grave
You will not come to my grave