Dima Remi - Два монолога
текст песни

The Lord Almighty, when will you give me a sign?
I am clearly superfluous here, I would prefer the globe not to know
I have dried out my coil is already close to the finish
Your idol is Genius, you boil to exit
Is this your horizons? You are not a waybill
because they even have a prosecutor from the word to smoke
Imagine, "- hey, loaf Chika, went to fuck, I am a Ty boxer"
But their arrival with a crowd to drive you to take you to ah background

I have a given cause, and you would have to argue with them
But the jaw is sorry, the teeth can again count
Generation of kids, just a joke of nature
just my mother did not have money for abortion during childbirth
Stop of anxiety.
to one, now we are Koresh as Buddha and Anubis
compatible, with it to lock up from everything
She is my ray in the spring, and from diseases antidote
Life grinds from and to, here is the result, father left
Are you wearing a discovered? But you will undress the soul
Once a day, they like something, there the dohlyak is stolen
pours water until the dawn taps the window

Actress's dream, have everything like a rayal old
Do you think my speech is for a gift? And I would become stronger
Do not plunge into eternal darkness ...
Although at times the artists want to give you injury, scum
All you are sick of you, God let me sober up,
But even mine is strange - fucked up, because ZEK rules in it.
I will run on Monday where the sand and pier,
After all, I'm so afraid of the night gatherings of two people on my shoulders

love conversations, argue, forever count me
Two drinking companions are gnawing, I am a named on a psycho, right?
I will take the Ginity record as the worst whiner
But they pull the threads right there, cut down the hypnotrans device
they are like two surgeons, the patient also lie
At the end, a diagnosis is either a bird in paradise or soot in hell
and hide at least in the boiler, but you will hear their two monologues
I act like a devil, but I want to be next to God

Chorus:

On the ground, do not find me really
I want to be saved, they give birth to me only a demon
Two monologues from childhood, all these crowds are bruised
everything was decided, we live on another planet

On the ground, do not find me really
I want to be saved, they give birth to me only a demon
Two monologues from childhood, all these crowds are bruised
Everything was decided, I need the fourth planet

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You don't get it with Detroit,
if you are a rabbit, then only Easter
Twydi fuck me three
And I will pass - after all, not copypast Hai
Eat,
I am the same type that penetrated your house,
And hesitates with knives
We have different views
Dirt or gloss,
I guarantee you on slices will be fried
You are a spaced guy
shove your fat ass everywhere
But the hijuy halter is your sign in life,
Picture fucking oil - vernissage
The wrong step
Do not breathe
It's not too late to go. Come on
*I am a killer car "Yes, you are a joker, a sugary fag Vasya
coffee man flows, but soooo brushing the glaaasnyeeye = this is fucked up
He is in search of a place in the sun, but his sunny city is definitely not here
how many weeks
You write thinking that the text is assorted
running to the toilet from your rhymes pulls,
but your woman is easy to plant a device
Dibil fucking
pushes its snotty baugns into the masses,
Even in appearance I am miserable
*I'm a voice from the inside*, and luck ran away from you
And I will continue to load in speeches
But for you the diagnosis is sad
You were lost in my monologues - you sailed my brains, son

Minors are jerking off on the front,
But at night in bed
forever alone
I know this handwriting will hurt you,
After all, he is for money
will not be with you