Interlude Production - Петля
текст песни

Wrote in packs of text, but the sheets did not get dirty
I wrote even more abundantly from the founding
The cops loomed around the city, but there were beards
From the hopelessness of the shmanali all those who do not get
The most impudent threw away everything in a sharp
Whose experience has already been involved in such kneels
Those who have hesitated - everything is fucked up, curtain
Next time try to try good luck
The walls are painted by the graffiti marker with a balconic
Perhaps this is not art, but not vandalism for sure
The deputies of the tourniquet quickly tougher Camedy Claba
Everyone has their own truth, excuses not
On the street sunset, we broadcast from the underground
Cuts quietly plays, inscriptions on the windowsill
Between yards and arches we move with a gang
Think that I did not have time to do something, early for me
In fact, there is nothing to lose - there is something to cherish
Someone bathes in the grandmothers, someone lives on pennies
This plate is arrogant, it will not work to unwind
It remains to hope that dreams will come true
But faith will not be enough if it is inactive
So as not to drown in the swamp we do not stand still we
We twisted we do we do everything without public
Loveshka droop, on vacation, lives, studio
Did not rise without falls, but nevertheless
Keep afloat despite all doubts
We throw our hands into the sky, do not bend under the system
We are mutating with those who are wearing on our topic
Basov’s blow reanimated my mood,
With the speed of the Gulf Stream, music in veins flows
It sticks instantly, each time everything is stronger
You won't be convinced until you check it yourself

A loop is charged, the purchases climbed into the clip
I'm not Alkapone, but nevertheless, you remember
All life is roaming, corrupt skins
They will pay at least three times for all their exploits

I will be stronger than I imagined me
To create a masterpiece you need to be a minimum genius
Orientation on skills, methods, skills
Rotation of personnel on the track, freshness of direction

Frost on the skin, he has nothing to do with us, this is annealing
There is enough gunpowder, brothers in arms with me
Even in summer heat or winter cold
Under the scorching sun or on foot in puddles

It seems to be inserted and this is only the beginning
When you fool around at night, but the crack shakes
And you turn on it by chance for tea
Sexted guys will read out, let's meet already

Panic by monitors, careless look is the norm
For our people we make purely hardcore
In the club of crowds to the people, heifers and puffs of smoke
So there will be a holiday, orbit launched into space

We are not visible on the radars, but we are in the center of events
Dzerzhinsky boys are underground politics
Dress the headphones, I will go down in the subway, I will listen
I will roll the texts, I will write down the best