FillGood x Белый Мц - 2 хуя и листопад
текст песни

Lines about life
Pour on the sheets
They rush
But does it make sense there?
Maybe you should kill
Stop this VS
Who needs it?
What do you want to achieve?
The people are exhausted by the fever of imaginary
Attempts to achieve an outlet by
Is it to be Zadushin?
Only mims seem to be real
Give a crowd
But how to remain loved?
We ask our own questions for ourselves
Time in search, money for speed
In a hurry to live but this speed will destroy
The routine will not have time to absorb and remember
Why do you need lines for life
And he will sink all the meaning
And never remember
But you are unlikely to bury these pains inside
And someone there two frapps a handful of people
Something is poured on the bit, but they do not see simple
Will love to love yourself, but kaaak ?? Who are you, who are you?
These sounds were stuck in the larynx for a long time
Do you think enough? Yes, we are all few
All are ready to go to bed
Escapism is saturated to the throat

Night and dark morning, familiar everyday life
Aversion to people
Everyone runs away everywhere
The misanthrope I became on the way to the institute
Hyperson you take out the groan not a minute
Why do you live, die in agony
Hello in life
But you are a bastard
So fuck you
Let's go past the road
You were not true, and faith flew away to the bottom
The essence is disclosed so?
Your tongue is like tentacles
Climbed in all the cracks, riots began
Everything became clear to everyone
People rot, but still in order
The usual thing and if you were not skilled to fuck all a lot
But in the end, we circle your taurus here with chalk