MixFM - Вписка
текст песни

I looked at the calendar - the weekend is close
So, I will have an absorption on the hut again,
Spring is outside the window and is not a sleep time -
Soon the whole apartment will turn into a zone of risk.

Buy a box of vodka and two liters of whiskey,
We write all your favorite melodies on the disks,
No face control or entrance to the lists,
Anyone who is close to us is hanging out here,
We love very, by the way, of the night in the style of disco
Smoking, forget: low ceilings
Tits are swinging under an even bit, boobs.
Left-right, right and right, down-up, up and down
Girlfriend, fucked up, come on, dance on the bis,
In a circle, Battle, like a shuttle, soars our faces
A cannabis comes out of my nostrils with a whistle,
Come to the volume - neighbor, take care.
The whole entrance will turn me away, but I fuck me, as always
Musorov cannot be called now, I cut the wires,
Rest, have fun without regretting anything,
And who will be responsible for all this, we will come up with later,
Having made a maximum volume in the Moscow region,
It's time to decide who to carry a booze -
In your place I would not stand still
Until the morning, this is a matter of honor to get drunk.

Who is iron and still sober here?
Testing the kidneys - extremely interesting,
Let's all crack two hundred together,
Everything is useful that it climbed into the mouth,
Then there will be honestly dancing and songs
On wet tables and spining chairs,
The forgotten taste of childhood is the noise of water fresh,
In the spring we often, of course

Lei, not, do not regret, do not pour port, deer,
Now the tecr is our brains all day
Lei, not, do not regret, do not pour port, deer,
Our brains are nabek. Our whole day

Did we have boxing? This is a paradox,
Will we smoke? What a stupid question!
They blew up a steam locomotive, and smoke from under the wheels
Our station of the Tramaman Express
Decibels cut ears, alcohol hits whiskey,
And I am shell -shocked with a dynamic, I tear me to pieces
And overnight, the brain flies out onto the spare parts -
The point of the highest happiness is achieved seriously

Disseus, we fly low,
We swim high, inhale deep
Disco-speaking, the sun is already close
Throw those who moved the horses on the balcony
Discus, how are you, pussy?
Do you want to drink whiskey together in English?
Do not be lazy, bite the iris -
Time only five in the morning - it's time to bite

Opening, my left eye, I looked at the ceiling,
In an hour or two, I even could rise,
And, raking the blockages of bottles and cigarette butts,
I sailed into the kitchen past the dangling morons
By the way, on my bed, in the style of Kama Sutra,
An empty gut, not a drop of beer in the morning,
I feel like a broken meat,
There are no thoughts in my head, but a continuous jerk
Consciousness does not come to me for a long time,
The regiment is broken, on the floor fragments,
In the toilet, the floor is painted with fresh vomit -
Children, do not interfere with vodka and drugs,
But if you like such adventures,
I would find a lot of common hobbies with you
And fuck what you listen to, repack, metal or SKA,
We are all waiting for you when the next absorption will be