Korsunov - Лалаленд
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Korsunov
Korsunov
Korsunov, hey!
Korsunov, hey!
The roads offend me—(mm)
Prepositions offend me—(mm, and *kekes*)
A big salary offends me, too
I don't need one like that (nah)
Verses offend me—(mm)
Sunrises offend me, too—(mm)
I get really pissed at the pathetic sun
It wakes me up and seems to be laughing
The winged cranes offend me
It offends me when I'm not on top (whores)
I don't like five-year visas (Schengen)
It offends me, too, when I'm not on the bottom (hey)
And that I'm ready to compromise (hey)
The whole alphabet offends me
It offends me, too, when I'm not losing my shit
It's hard to offend me, but every day
I file a complaint at the local precinct (snitch)
Everyone there knows me, they understand me
They don't greet me with desperate barking anymore (Woof-woof)
I'm not the only one like this
My dad always told the whores:
"Don't stay silent if it doesn't taste good
And stand up for your feelings"
I'm offended (I'm offended)
You're offended (you're offended)
He's offended (he's offended)
The world is offended (yeah-yeah)
I'm offended (I'm offended)
You're offended (you're offended)
He's offended (he's offended)
The world is offended (yeah-yeah)
I'm offended, you're offended
He's offended, the world is offended
The dog is offended, the bum is offended
The elevator is offended (yeah-yeah)
I'm offended, you're offended
He's offended, the world is offended
The dog is offended, the bum is offended
The elevator is offended (yeah-yeah)
(Lala-lala, Lala-lalala
Lala-lala, Lala-lala
Lala-lala, Lala-lalala, lala) (Shakataka)
I’m offended by the *Mumu* candies (Turgenev),
I get offended when I’m swimming
In a warm sea or a pool—
I hate on sorrow, and on joy, too (hate, hate, hate).
FB and VK offend me (FB and VK),
Though I simply can't do without them today.
That’s where I learn the ruble won't crash (never),
And that a man's place is in the kitchen.
Gangbangs offend me (mm),
Working in porn for cash (mm)—
And how people scream that it’s all so low-class
In the feminists' trade union.
Why does everyone feel the need (mm)
To insert their ad-libs everywhere? (mm)
And the talk about broads bouncing on their knees
If you still live at your mom's.
I hate it when it snows;
But it also pisses me off when it doesn't.
It feels so unsettling if, all summer long,
You haven't managed to get offended by the internet.
It offends me when I’m online—
Everything gets discussed here; just sit back and read.
I’m not a government official (no),
But I’m definitely screenshotting your comment.
I’m offended (I’m offended),
You’re offended (you’re offended),
He’s offended (he’s offended),
The world is offended (yeah-yeah).
I’m offended (I’m offended),
You’re offended (you’re offended),
He’s offended (he’s offended),
The world is offended (yeah-yeah).
I’m offended, you’re offended,
He’s offended, the world is offended.
The dog is offended, the homeless guy is offended,
The elevator is offended (yeah-yeah).
I’m offended, you’re offended,
He’s offended, the world is offended.
The dog is offended, the homeless guy is offended,
The elevator is offended (yeah-yeah).
(I want to apologize for getting offended,
And for those who haven't apologized—
Although, technically, they really should,
Since grievances are simply...) Well, they don't just appear out of thin air, do they?
But it's necessary—otherwise, how are we supposed to go on living?
Let's dance.
La-la-la-la Land
La-la-la-la Land
La-la-la-la Land
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la Land
La-la-la-la Land
La-la-la-la Land
La-la-la-la-la
La-la