METVTRON - Ничего святого
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Nothing a saint

I'm not a golden child, I'm not a young calf
I have a goal and I drip deeper membranes

I raise the skill to the level and set fire to houses
Assalyam Walekum Wa Rachmatullahi
(in the district)

I am in any way uphill, I fly into the radio
While you are leafing through Instagram, I sell Prior

I do not need heifers, clips, money and an extensive audience
I watched the game of the thrones did not even googled twilight

Clever and clever, ass, busts, chicken
Can you understand something from the plot of a schoolgirl?

(What am I talking about? Come on ...)

This is specifically thoughts in a strictly clear point
Less often I see faces, more often muzzles, backpacks and clutches

Bitter your teeth leash or take a collar?
Self -destruction itself is an end in itself or an empty coffee pot?

I did not need to trade a pirate in childhood so ...
So that today can be bold to pull out twenty a day






Leave me my past, do not touch my loved ones
Yayaya ... I would have threw words in black if I knew English

One double ... my family is my life!
Voice on a harsh deep meaning
I see not just scenes from the movie
I have few details for a complete picture
Stubborn lawyer, stubborn fox, glamorous accountant, simple journalist
The word carries out both apartments and the obelisk ...

I say that I think, I write what I read!
And it is possible to fuck fate but no one knows her in the face ...

Sculpting origami, fucking on the couch, create yourself in your avatar
Murdered on a couple, underfoot
I'm still alive in the texts with minuses
(Aaaaa ...)

Dirty moans, bastard extradition
The graveyard seems to be old, but so many ambitions
People are not birds, but fat shitsu
Inside the shell expanded the boundaries
(Baaam)

In my body every day in the transit of the cola
Someone fell a crown, and to whom Ebola.
My everyday life, to be honest, nothing holy
At the Five of the Real, a couple of hundred pizdabol
(Ufff)

Tagal desks stained curtains, saw the sea, drove in an ambulance
In the wallet dented dollar
Profit flies into dust ...

On the hands of tobacco and a dead city turn off the water
And everyone is waiting for when at the end of the tunnel you will light a wick

On a loan loan, on bronchitis, on a crazy note
Decide your fate yourself and do not go to horoscopes
(Voooouuu)

If charged for success, do not save cartridges
Your problems have a smaller scale than the pharaoh

I don't know who your close one is! Elvis or this voice
You mark in the front rows behind the muse or just into space

Son from his father support, education and disposition
Dad at night a wheel and every six months of brain
(VOOOU)

Throw good luck, think differently, do not strive to lace
There are options how to get it normally, do not take it



Stubborn lawyer, stubborn fox, glamorous accountant, simple journalist
The word carries out both apartments and the obelisk ...

I say that I think, I write what I read!
And it is possible to fuck fate but no one knows her in the face ...



Sculpting origami, fucking on the couch, create yourself in your avatar
War for the resources of the earth under the feet
I'm still alive in the texts with minuses
(Aaaaa ...)

Putani, Dagila, Center of the Capital
Squinted his eyes ... but still the principle
People are not birds, waves, particles
Inside this pit, the dream of tits
(Baaam)

In my body, then tablets then injections
Butonniere, lapel in the light of a traffic light
Nothing saint ...
My everyday life fly by squeezing strength
There are no identical, but thousands of unique
(Ufff)

I observe the regime, took out nicotine
Four walls, one on one