Грубый Гамми - Чувствую бит
текст песни

I am sitting in the sky and broadcasting in a mouthpiece
Cool, fiercely rolled mockingly rude
Morning, illuminated my paths
I understand who I am the critic is the most strict

Not a healthy engine brews in the body
I am in the periphery myself, the closest walls
Resting on the couch on the balcony in the summer
Closing

On the Web, we fly to the new world in our hands
Gray type of color inside fraught with its sciences
I told myself to look and not look for the reason
Give a head start a crane, let the tit with

There were bad people, spat on their feet
Threw the word in the back of the teeth squeezed the evil
Among their own were strangers, already cooled down
I lightly fired by the same

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More than before, I feel bit
Coughing from laughter, stopped
From the bottom is not terrible to fly to the bottom
Fly to the bottom, to the bottom.
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To fly to the bottom to look into the clouds
All my money will hide the glass
Behind the backpack is far from clean
You didn't know me, I just slept

I am sitting in the sky and broadcasting in a mouthpiece
Cool, fiercely rolled mockingly rude
Morning, illuminated my paths
I understand who I am the critic is the most strict.