Группа Продленного Дня - Тошнит
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Inside is sick, it rains outside
Fuck walking, I'll go by taxi
After all, the taxi driver will arrive after eight minutes
I spit down, throw a bull over the ground
In the car at the taxi driver, the discsusieta
I was not there, but as if a bitch visited
And we are going, we are going in a city creative
He goes in his thoughts
I'm going in a sativa
But I am not Jean Claude Van I will give you
Walk here by a perfumer in the same yards
My route is simple: from a to b
What the fuck should I loop at the agrabe at night?
PSSh pale, I go out
I can walk and therefore go
Dear limousines fly by
I dream of a Mustang like kanya about cousins
All the same, my day was good
I accumulated to the intersection
Not accumulated on the piston
Everything is fucked, but inside is sick
Outside, rains plus suspicious cabbage soup
I lay it, you set fire
I guarded my little jeep here
Dived into the porch
All the same floors
Grandfather See what Kajit is selling

Inside is sick
And on the outside it rains

Polar star in a coat pocket
Underfoot sometimes grass, sometimes a rink
Bitch I'm not ready to play on the camera
The real shield is not for suckers
Hawmi veterans
Lenin Call Mi
Remember me by the roundabout
Certs forever in the heart
Ziga from the windowsill to all youngsters

Going to bed, I remember what?
All dogs go to paradise

My tongue is like a troll in Norway
And it is unlikely that the amulets will help you
Both rowing to get ashore
While I run for beer in
Tree of creativity I smoke shoots
Under Sample Ancient as the Greeks
Everything is purple as a monk of Tibet
Will you get a rap? I will go to Black Met
I do not invent a bicycle here
All you, and wow
I will swell, I'll have a conversation
It is like a lunch is harmful to read newspapers
Inside is sick, it rains outside
Above the abyss in rye picks
The leaders are looking at
Live -up group is fat