KELTT feat. MR.AGRES - Кислород
текст песни

KELTT:
A little smoke under the noise of the rain
I like a filter passing life through myself
not one ending of a thriller and melodrama
My cardiogram has a lot of thoughts

On the asphalt, torn wounds with epaulets are traps
Truth has power, though empty pockets
Naabos in drums charges reckoning
Match Crick and Fracture of Bones from the Traumat

Behind the eye guys at the entrance, the light went out
For a long time without thinking about a knife in the kitchen
there was no rule bitch grin so that it did not happen
Tell me where you saw justice

people as a exchange rate of prices fall rising
They invisively sell, observe what they are in
Remember who is brother with whom the days of the week are flying
eat the first until you have been sitting

The rates took off among this freedom of fake
Drive bitch will not make life happy
sweat beats silently gains a moment
And only music will not block oxygen

Chorus:
Somewhere - somewhere the opposite
In the morning a cigarette will show a turn
sky - the sky will give us
While the music adds oxygen

Mr.agres
my oxygen is nicotine a couple of packs pair of puff
I drive the smoke clouds in the lungs
Minute seethens dissolves vanity
Problems on the rear background I smoke

Music my engagulator when to breathe difficult
they say there is freedom, but I want to escape
We have many ways but few options
a bunch of capes of the bun and back and back

I wanted money to wealth of a bullet in a temple
I thought the right but whore on the head of the bag
While learning to live began to hate life
they said hold on but hit their arms dropping down

my life broke me, but I don't argue less than many
The wounds will heal scars under the clothes will hide
And only music dresses from problems
Holds on pilaf despite the roll

This is my energy giving strength
my nano world where the fairy tale becomes the past
notes led into oxygen stirring with smoke
I catch the RosBon for these rhythms