Moreart - Карманы Плакали
текст песни

Comfortable square, I left a deposit
Drop this week - we're like a factory
The more money, the more worries
To be afloat means to go overboard
Move to Almaty, brother, fuck me the sun of Monaco
There are also coffee shops on Macs here
Yesterday it was hard, six people for thirteen squares
Pockets cried, pockets cried
Pockets cried, cried
Pockets cried, pockets cried
Pockets cried, cried
It was yesterday, but today we are blessed
We spend on trinkets and plugins
They drive us around in a Gwagen
No more crying
We grew up in this hell
I was the best at talking and life turned me into a toastmaster
Tell me, have any of you played on the beaches of Malibu?
If so, I'll beacon
There are traps on my walls here
To avoid these traps
We started in a cramped one-room apartment
Now my face is not in the department, but on the street
My crosses “asyl custom”
Fuck being first if you'll be out later
I took off your mask
In four forties, but I don’t need fastum
Nearby are all the same as before
I'm handing out these wings left and right, bro
We swallowed this dust, bro
And finally we opened these doors, bro
Pockets cried, pockets cried
Pockets cried, cried
Pockets cried, pockets cried
Pockets cried, cried
It was yesterday, but today we are blessed
We spend on trinkets and plugins
They drive us around in a Gwagen
No more crying
... Take a break
That's what I'm saying, I would write a second verse here, just already, fuck, well, like,
He said everything in one verse, as if
And there’s also another verse at the beginning, and it seems like he said it all too...