Diamond Shine, benzaman, НАЙКОС - TRAFFIK
текст песни

How wonderful!
Brother, no hello!
Holidays have long since ground to a halt, even if they smelled of banknotes. Days in December and January bite and tear for cash. There's not even snow, everyone's pumped up, weekdays to save up and pay. They repeat tediously.
The pipe drills in the morning, people drill with spam, everyone waits for more money, bartering currency.
Slowly, through the neighborhood, like at 25, you can't get scooters here because money is dirt.
Walk past the heating plant to the Starokubansky ring road, there's traffic. Traffic is endless.
Sell your time successfully, get cash for it.
Laws are written for those without money.
It's so hard to wear this cross around your neck.
Go faster, time is countless in traffic.
Someone gets something, sells something on the block.
He's fucked, as soon as time packs up the guy.
Even a schoolboy knows this anyway.
Winter speeds up your legs if you have everything. It's shitty
Gloomy skies, harsh neighborhoods
People there are looking for money, hoarding everything until their graves
Try to figure out what's good and bad here
While people and the boss and the cop are weaving through traffic

While people and the boss and the cop are weaving through traffic
Traffic circles the city along the main roads
Everything that's dear to themselves is given away to suckers
So it goes, and then you spin until you die

Camels are stomping
Your guests are stomping

And I long ago overcame
My fear of flying
Actually, I fly a lot
But rarely on airplanes
And when gaining altitude
Be careful
After all, this is a different world
And it might not bring you back
And there's no reverse button
You can't go back
If you change your mind
You'll have to live with it
Or survive
It'll depend on how it goes
But all this shit
It will turn your life upside down
Flasks on Stove
The tanks are boiling
The house exploded
The Riflemen shattered
Exit from the window
On the ground in fragments
And it doesn't matter if it's music
Or Skolkovo
And I don't give a shit how many of you there are
Moscow or Krasnodar
You're definitely not the last
Stuck in this shit
And for people like you
Traffic is organized
Money is swirling
Fuck everything else

Everything is fine, we're definitely fine

But the best day can be the last
I so miss the traffic on the outskirts
The world isn't perfect, but you can definitely be real
Invite your friends with you and don't be the last one
The music is mine with me and I enjoy it
We're in traffic and everything is fine with us
I wrote what I lived with every cell of my being
In the world of circus, I tested my loyalty, baby
The street is my test every day
Write an album and tell me how you rocked out Ghetto
The face fell off, then a tremor
They smashed his face, he was like a demon
He sank down and turned pale
The mind flew away, the body remained
That's the joke, the whole system, everything was eaten up
Everything was decided long ago, confirmed
Nearby, music, love, talent, kindness, immeasurable
Decide already why you were entrusted with this
I love my big south, because it's been tested there for a long time

While people, the boss, and the cops circle the traffic jams
Traffic circles the city on the main roads
Everything that's dear to themselves, that's cheap, for suckers
So it goes, and then you spin until you die