KREC, RA FAM - Спрут
текст песни

The faces of clouds from the sky spit in the mirror puddle
Every rogue wants to snatch the coveted kush, here
Nonsense will fall, you just have to blink, brother
Cork in a bright wrapping sticking to the hands
Cam Baby Kam, put white on the end
White bummer, the law of a flock of wolves
Throne or white moat, do it, but just know the measure
Until it was circled with chalk, white
Running through the veins of the region fog
In our homes, we are quietly going crazy
Winter is close, notebook leaves in verses
Smew fast, verbal shots in Mike
Pau! Sounds like a bark of an angry staph
With the right, so that it is knocked out by a hammer on the floor
Laughter in the wards can no longer restrain
You are in vain, small, climbed to white bars

City of octopus, pulls to the bottom to the depths
Do not forget to inhale the full chest in the morning
A rare ray of light pierces a dark mate
This is a chance to cut the loop, calculate the backlash

I'm taking a step towards the new day towards
I don't get better
The sky is covered with clouds, by midnight
The streets are saturated with a sad fate
Their disease is infectious with evil intent to madness
Toxic fear, you should think about
Take a vaccine from impotence
Sharp healing against the background of inevitability
At full speed, black stripes are white
Everything will change, and this is an eclipse
List of overdue souls, we can’t return
Like the world going to the bottom of a vicious circle
Mental impasse and thousands of non -pale services
In hellish cuisine, the devil creates his cult
Only a large caliber here runs fate
If you put your hands, consider you a corpse

City of octopus, pulls to the bottom to the depths
Do not forget to inhale the full chest in the morning
A rare ray of light pierces a dark mate
This is a chance to cut the loop, calculate the backlash

Minutes run away on the dial
The city is shrouded in mysticism, a jump without parachut
In the unknown, in the lime of everyday life
Like drops of heavenly water on the palms of the jungle
Everything will begin in the morning
And the black curtain
The red-yellow glow will spill
I know life continue without us
Everything is skilled and variable, exactly the weather
Nearby prison and freedom
Sets of laws, barders, brothel doors
Corrupt cops, drugs pull icons
Vange with goods in the port, vicious circle
Thousands of ways to brighten up leisure, different services
The eyes of disposable bitches look into the void
Here either sailed or went to the bottom

City of octopus, pulls to the bottom to the depths
Do not forget to inhale the full chest in the morning
A rare ray of light pierces a dark mate
This is a chance to cut the loop, calculate the backlash