DZHIVAN - Чёрная эстетика
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We’ve got a black aesthetic
It’s simple arithmetic
Banknotes, cold hard cash
Stacked in little black bags
Right beside me is my lady
With a bouquet, in a black carriage
We’ve got style, and behind us—nothing but
A favoring wind
We’ve got a black aesthetic
It’s simple arithmetic
Banknotes, cold hard cash
Stacked in little black bags
Right beside me is my lady
With a bouquet, in a black carriage
We’ve got style, and behind us—nothing but
A favoring wind
I’m rocking a black fit
A Camry with a stock body kit
Flying through traffic at two hundred
Like an Aeroexpress train
We carry weight everywhere we go
Been a heavyweight since childhood
An Angel sits on my right shoulder
A Demon stands on my left
I don’t need your advice
I seek balance in absolutely everything
I work toward the light
Grinding hard—that is my talent
I’m faster than a comet
Shedding all the ballast
Confidence and faith—
Always; sleep is not for us
We’ve got a black aesthetic
It’s simple arithmetic
Banknotes, cold hard cash
Stacked in little black bags
Right beside me is my lady
With a bouquet, in a black carriage
We’ve got style, and behind us—nothing but
A favoring wind
We’ve got a black aesthetic
It’s simple arithmetic
Banknotes, cold hard cash
Stacked in little black bags
Right beside me is my lady
With a bouquet, in a black carriage
We’ve got style, and behind us—nothing but
A favoring wind
I change my style and my cities
But I stay true to my principles
Yarik to Msc—
I fly through like a phantom
I’ll set the place on fire
All her whims and fancies—
I’ll fulfill them flawlessly
I rise up from the bottom
I change my style and my cities
But I stay true to my principles
Yarik to Msc—
I fly through like a phantom
I’ll set it off Fire
I’ll fulfill
All her whims with gusto
I’ll lift her up
From the very depths
We’ve got a black aesthetic
It’s simple arithmetic
Banknotes, cold hard cash
Tucked away in little black bags
Right beside me sits my lady
With a bouquet, in a black carriage
We’re dripping with style, and behind us—
Only the tailwind
We’ve got a black aesthetic
It’s simple arithmetic
Banknotes, cold hard cash
Tucked away in little black bags
Right beside me sits my lady
With a bouquet, in a black carriage
We’re dripping with style, and behind us—
Only the tailwind