Krafal - АПАЧИ
текст песни

Counting your money
You're a whore, fuckboy, I'm busy
We are on our board on the street
Like blacks in Amsterdam
By the way, I'm a young beast
Baby knows it
Take it if you want
All that's left of me
I get hung up on a lot
Her black eyes
When bridges were destroyed
Then they cut the brakes
We are those who are used to it
Taking it straight off the knife
A look through the astral plane
Burning Afghanistan
Hands in the air
Iron chrome plated
But not Vossan, we are after
Let's leave ourselves here
Just bones
Forget here
Everything they taught you is in vain
We're dragging this roller
After all, we only go on red
Stoked on the strong-willed
The idea drowned me
Deceptive appearance
Aggressive environment
Tried on a lot of jackets
Not the right size
We are in the center at GLS
But will it always be like this?
Today brother, no coffee
Hit me with an owl
I think this bird is enough
I've seen a lot
I'm ready to jump out with knives
With anyone who is late
Dice to death
Severely, live on principle
Just today, brother, no coffee
Fill me with a crow
I think this bird is like us
Enough black
Who is not in the movement for loved ones
They won’t even remember that name
We're making moves
Grains of sand fall in time
And if it sucks
It always seems to us that it’s not enough
I stopped in the mirror
It's very early to recognize yourself
The street will lift us up and spin us around
It's like the truth
Charged to fuck
And we will drown furiously
You think you can see a lot
From a wheelchair?
Cold like Alaska
Thoughts of my bandits
I'm in this rap game
Like a gift and my curse
The devil throws a signature
On the next contract
It was time from the piggy bank
We took change for bread
Now trout steaks
Cause I don't like bones
There wasn't much before
What should we serve our guests?
Now in my Choppa bag
Against uninvited guests
How I wish I had Backwoods
And lighting a cigarette on the go
Drive in the rain in a Mercedes
In the forest, at night, listening to the thunderstorm
I'll visit the master later
In jet black tattoos
He knows I love coffee
He will offer, but I will say
Only today, brother, no coffee
Hit me with an owl!
I think this bird is enough
I've seen a lot
I'm ready to jump out with knives
With anyone who is late
Dice to death
Severely, live on principle
Just today, brother, no coffee
Fill me with a crow
I think this bird is like us
Enough black
Who is not in the movement for loved ones
They won’t even remember that name
We're making moves
Grains of sand fall in time