Jahmal TGK, VibeTGK, SLIMUS - С нашего балкона
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And from our balcony
You can see the floor of the district
And from our balcony
You can see far from us
We hang on the balcony, insomnia
Wide windowsill, cognac, din
Raised for you, a smoke stream is thin
We hang on the balcony at the old school
The new rapper will fill the cool balcony
Half full, he will remind me
How we are on the angelisoli, they let the waves
And everyone was satisfied, iPhone on the table
My friend Honored Historian
A little dile, a little alcoholic
Fog will cover the city, talk to gray beards
Moreover, have not seen for a hundred years
My root is sting, string to colic
He, for a long time, understood everything, so he does not drive
Sits over the district, on the balcony, like on a throne
Smiles like Al Capone
Will reveal me, write about that
That this modest cue ball playing a hundred times
Will reveal me and the stream will go
Which, today, will not block anything
Melancholy in minor, longing for
The black city will freeze, against a black background
Streets of streets field, like in the palm
We hang on the balcony at the old school
And from our balcony
You can see the floor of the district
The composition rumbled by the car
Shpana runs away from the butter
Moon from the sky for us
She smiled widely at us
From the window of our balcony
You can see far from us
And on the balcony we are alone, your parents left
Ah, not ... it's different ... right now
There are three on the balcony, the center, the noise of the cars - no way the noise of the surf
Bitlo catches a loop like a lasso cowboy
High, like from the Eiffel Tower, we are treating rings
Accelerations in the spirit: only easier is that what is easier
And there and patients below are elegant, drunk
One hundred pounds from the Garage Underground Club
I will no longer yell for this, so I will look from the balcony
As we once, in a crowd in the alley will be clutched
Suddenly the sirens lit up the walls, a convulsive look
But everything is even and so quickly from the floor.
Like a time like a string, you are on it like an astronaut
Horizon of events in the film Christopher Nolan
Where suddenly everyone you knew
Those who did not have time to figure it out - a new wave washed away
The second time in this river there will be a different depth
Too many thoughts per square bite? i'm sorry, man
Golden discs TGK, round, like a moon
I know that not only us will illuminate the path
No half full: to the edges, then to the bottom
I don’t know, maybe it is not important for me and the gun does not shoot, but that's all the truth
A comet from the balcony flies down the cigarette
Flies to the neighbors below, picked up by the wind
District, summer, miles instead of kilometers (ay)
I'm on the other end of the world
Until my carriage
Every day on Highve driving Corveta
There are not many versions yet
I collect introvert notes in the purchases
I'll go out onto the balcony will write a couple of lines
I miss those balconies in a tree? but not very
Our time swims over the pipes of drainage
In life, this happens, as in the track "Multi -flowers"
I remember the "vegetable" can be seen from the balcony
Cardboard boxes, priora drone
Drones did not fly, we smoke on a stool, like on a throne
This is what does not drown in memory
And from our balcony
You can see the floor of the district
The composition rumbled by the car
Shpana runs away from the butter
Moon from the sky for us
She smiled widely at us
From the window of our balcony
You can see far from us