GGL - Траблы
текст песни

[Intro]:
From the brilliance of elite to the mud of the district
from a certificate from school to a diploma crust
then move from the place to leave the coma
new days of dough do not bring
and the patient like the wind fly into the zyama

[Verse 1]:
From the bottom to Lux prestige
From the smell of shmali to the bouquets of Paris
where the everyday life is saturated with the dust of the quarter
What are the grandmas for clothes and bitches
you laugh at the brother, I don't hawe from dinner

Fast light eyes burn with napalm
how much do not give us there will always be few
On the map arrests from bailiffs bracho
I wanted to pay me off - throw it

Slal-Life as vertically
From young to gray hair, the kid pedal
thought I tamed but life's teeth shinges
And my city is a pit from both sides of the medal

Palms in Kali or in the winter of snowstorms
Give me a million enough for Monday
Drill except my money do not worry
I'm like Willy Wonka Style Neurastenik hey

The counter shakes on the payment of penalties
As in seventeen, I am the same loafer
On the field of miracles white body in a treasure
Another day house on the block for the Moscow Ring Road

that it doesn’t smolder, then we don't smoke hey
Following white on the bill hey
How to become others here
When shit tons
But if I am wrong
tell me then who we are

we would have and mountains
goals like the lights of xenon hey
By the morning he fell asleep without clocking for dinner
And there are few chances here
to move in the right

[Chorus]:
New day by turn
[Here he is]
All that spent earned
[Che there]
Thoughts about banknotes again
[brother]
It's time for us to change
[something]
Without slowing down
[Cook]
in accounts as deserved
[pay]
Fuck the trabes we would not know them
[We run ahead of time with a shaft]

[Verse 2]:
from the muse in the entrance to the course in the currency
From words finally to broken fate
From a letter at school to a gram in muddy
but if your ceiling is salary then then who is the judge to me

Glass under the Hoody
Clubs Smoke to the house at dawn
Herms of people
places native ton of lies and gossip
Who is the answer who is rich who is poor
who is cheap, I know one thing here
During the day for the expense, it twists backwards
Like a whore in Pattaya

I would have a house with a view of the horizon
And that the waves would be nailed from the sea
But here are the wrong landscapes
In the morning, I spin like a wheel.

We would right now in the sky to order a taxon
rocket top above the orbit of the probe
But here are the problems Houston
Our board shakes like Parkinson

so fuck space I am on a block in the crosses
You are used to comfort when lava queries
Subscriber on the tube people pull their hands
"help out in a part"
But I'm hardly a friend hey

When asked to look for answers
Dreams are blinding with high light hey
He fell asleep again without giving up for dinner
There is not enough life here to spend on needs

[Chorus]:
New day by turn
[Here he is]
All that spent earned
[Che there]
Thoughts about banknotes again
[brother]
It's time for us to change
[something]
Without slowing down
[Cook]
in accounts as deserved
[pay]
Fuck the trabes we would not know them