ChipaChip feat. Smiky Hup - Телепорт
текст песни

You tell me sconces, what are you on the ciphers?
what are you on the left of some numbers, fringe face as if you eat citrus
on such a general deficit grew
You peck everything like chicks yes,
From success to suicide
there seems to be prices for anything
yellow walls again
Feet as if in a heap of cement
They pass people and not the color of the meter
Everything is to the heap at the same time
The rhythm of black cloaks
fruits among vegetables, dealer thin as stroke
And in the courtyards, drunks are yelling
A lot on the skille
Fuck unnecessary things a lot
there is no light in the area, we are all in the cave
with a pile of skeletons of their promises
We shine idle here
tell mom they say we
sincerely, the norms were impleased
and reasons darkness for sadness
Trabls and ziro mercy
In the memory of bugs for accounts
not varik change again
do not change again, the poor among virtual thousands
I will find such ones yet
change again, change again, poor among virtual thousands
I’ll still find these, I will find these


My inner demon is all in search of money
In search of souls and evil fucking
It is fashionable to be a black man, I'm white as white
White as snow at the end of warming
I'm stuffy from you and the black ego
I get cold in a lie from eternal running
All this is inside and cries like a bitch
My little world is just a legend
Enough to be an Isi, all these are attacks
Fuck to be a coward, cut your bazaar
Fuck show -offs and fashionable rags
Maybe it's too late, maybe it's time?
OK! We finish the fucking dances
Do not do here, what to wonder?
Do as you know, do not try
This is all the ruts you know even more so
Divide everything equally by the shares of bro,
Each of us shines here fucking
Each of us here has long been at micro
I expected the stadiums, in fact a bummer
This is what I do is almost free
I remove the clips, and where is the fucking payment?
Everyone strives to be a brother closer
But a brother, good should be the opposite, true


Teleport, teleport, teleport, muddied the teleport
what I did in the style of pop, in the style of pop, they write like this is too much
They write you are not the same, you are not the same, they write like a duck this is not a cake
You have not seen life because you have not seen life because it is tightly obscured by the monitor

The song is not even about someone gets on the lava, although it seems like methyl current current in the TOP
again whiners in the car, musical homeless people permanently put them again, bitch, on repetition
You are not playing Tiny toon, you play, but you are not playing tone, you will say again so what?
Again, the talent borrowed, you hope to sound from all along the phones, irons and radio tape recorders
again the fashion took into the pont, screwing the masses into the ears of the tampons
I stick it, Ushatan Pono, while someone is looking for an occasion there
While someone is looking for help there, while there is a varik I will remind you
And I will say to the whole seriousness that you are unlikely to take one in the field

take one into the field alone, so cold and unsolved
forgetting the night or day, under the feet of the heat of thin ice floes again

We do all this without intentions
I just wanted to say a lot of words again
We do all this without intentions
I just wanted to say a lot of words again

the barrier is not good, it took off straight
I did not bring out the bright light for those lamps
I’ll tell you why, instead of medals, we have trash again?
I’ll tell you why, instead of medals, we have trash again?
I’ll tell you why, instead of medals, we have trash again?
I’ll tell you why, instead of medals, we have trash again?
I’ll tell you why, instead of medals, we have trash again?
I’ll tell you why, instead of medals, we have trash again?