Jubilee - Терапия
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I don't want therapy
I want them to pay
I want them to pay for everything, for everything
Would the anxious thoughts go away
The pills aren't as effective
As if they paid for everything, for everything
I'd like to become a cat like McGonagall
I'd like to hear the Tsar Bell ring
Take an apple from the grass dew
Bitch, Antonovka knits the tongue
Those who were lucky in the 2000s
Will disappear in the camps as phantoms
And watches all this like a yabid
A cross between Andropov and Harkonnen
Cut me with a sickle, hit us with a hammer
Measure our skulls, check with narcologists
We are either dragging ourselves in caravans
Or carbon fiber
All roads are dear to us
But if anything - I'm not involved, I'm in the house
In the converted cell
Here I hang out like a piece of shit in an ice hole
I don't want therapy
I I want them to pay
I want them to pay for everything, for everything
Would the anxious thoughts go away
The pills are not as effective
As if they paid for everything, for everything
You can make a documentary about my mentality
We are butterflies born from tank caterpillars
And my cultural program is not a moonlight sonata
But an excursion to where Boomer and Brigada were filmed
Oh, how I dreamed of becoming a Russian Eminem
A white black man with purple pigment
But rap does not smell of respect
From colleagues in the industry, nor of commercial success
But you don’t need to motivate me
I will motivate anyone myself
With willpower among high-rise buildings
I will fly like a plasticine crow
I am looking for these rhymes along the front doors
Across churches with cobwebs on the icons
Where the courtyards are labyrinths of spirals
Of my genetic code
I don’t want therapy
I want them paid
I want them to pay for everything, for everything
The anxious thoughts would go away
The pills are not as effective
As if they paid for everything, for everything