beattonarko - Погодя
текст песни

You need to write such a track to get rich
So that everyone wants to constantly sing him
So that in every iron it began to include it
We need to get rich
(Fuck fuck fuck!)

A little later I will definitely be at Dudia
Will be at home Labrador and wife in curlers
There will be five kittens - our child loves them so much
Everything will be fine, but a little later
Lose later, after, later, later
A little later, after, later
Lose later, after, after
Everything will be fine, but a little later

Well, what are you? You don’t seem to smoke, but you are stupid all the time
Take care of something else-understand the poems you will not be full
What makes you stronger is essentially destroying
Life does not add up-like a fucking cube-brig
I am like Andryukha Gubin - so small and poor
Pity me seven - you need a magical pendal
Fuck you - like happy in the photo you are there
I am as usual - at a broken trough
I'm not eminent - and here is not the eighth mile
But you are not Monica Bellucci, but just Lily
Or Dilya, Katya, Lesya, Ira, Anya or Olya
Which of you on the wound will pour even more salt to me
I will not drive - I will just smile
I love to smoke herbs and fuck
Someday they will put me in a wooden shell
From there, do not get fingered - how to piss two fingers
I get into shit - I can do it well
I love my fate - I admire it
I think? Or someone listens outside the door
Che for the instinct of the beast - do not believe anyone
All I have is what I was going to
I did everything to fuck - and it turned out well
I burned a lot of nervous cells while I wrote this shit
I don't know why, but my life is like a movie
(Bitch)
Everything is fine - they said here on TV
I even got to the world to survive in America
In the field stood in the field, Luli-glulas
Do not scold Putin - because he is suitable for us in grandfather
They say: we were deceived, because Volodya was dug up
You have something against-go to quarantine
Dollar eighty rubles - it is getting more expensive, fucking, gasoline
Thanks to Uncle Vova - our beloved gentleman
I would be right now in the field, and fuck there on a tractor before sweat
Eighteen thousand salary - for lunch two sandwiches
So similar to an idiot who fell under the millstone
Mortgage in the old house, fucking wife
There is nowhere to lie down - here is overflowing with a madhouse
You feel that you are going - then jump out the window
Fuck those to solve the problems - put them off for later
Do not forget about paranoia - the Stolypin car is waiting
Bitch, TIPUNA on the tongue, and under the nose two warts
If you decide to smoke grass here at least once again
Better drink vodka, and better moonshine
And on your blue melon, come out to everyone to beat the fuck
I want a hairstyle like the oldest turtle
Well, cut me, please, my hairdresser
No one will remember Slim, gufa, phtha
Che do not turn on - everywhere is almost alone, bitch, Kazakhs
I want a hairstyle like the oldest turtle
Well, cut me, please, my hairdresser
Fashion rap has already reached almost every apartment
Che don't turn on almost one Bashkirs everywhere
Well, I am also soon, also at Dudia
Will be at home Labrador and wife in curlers
There will be five kittens, our child loves them so much
Everything will be fine, but a little later

Lose later, after, later, later
A little later, after, later
Lose later, after, after
Everything will be fine, but a little later
Lose later, after, later, later
A little later, after, later
Lose later, after, after
Everything will be fine, but a little later

I want a hairstyle like the oldest turtle
Well, cut me, please, my hairdresser
No one will remember Slim, gufa, phtha
Che do not turn on - everywhere is almost alone, bitch, Kazakhs
I want a hairstyle like the oldest turtle
Well, cut me, please, my hairdresser
(Three five zero Production)