PDPL - Мысли вслух
текст песни

Your lips are like cold St. Petersburg
In this RAP GAME I am the leader, you are offended today I am
As an eternal spectator of these events, on repeat
A heartfelt rally bitch, no wonder
I am now in Mitino, Moscow, fuck, or Khimki
I am on stage in a cape, there are guys and drinks
You hate me drunk, okay
I am somewhere in Otradnoye, but it is quite cool here
Behind us are cities, behind us is Ryazansky Prospekt
I am now in Maryino, there is white snow here, yau
I am on Dubrovka, there is dim light here
Strange slang, fuck, absinthe and scraps of old cassettes
I am in Lefortovo, then Novokosino
Pervomayskaya will warm you up, Strogino will kill you
You are not picking up the phone, I am somewhere at Dynamo
Very strange or is it Beeline's mistake again
Not very catchy at Kakhovka, oh well
On In the morning, the whole gang is catching sadness in Kozhukhovskaya
Solntsevo smiled at us, on Vykhino ha-ha
SVAO will meet us, these furs suit you
Far away from sin, we ran away from Tushino
I know these bitches are choking on my hip-hop
I remembered Karl Marx here on Marxistskaya
Sunsets in Krylatskoye, on Kashirka we are in Air Max aa
Your eyes are medicine, I jump on Sokol
First on Taganka or whiskey with juice
What are you made of, they will ask in Veshnyaki
We are going to Medvedkovo, we gave a little too much
I disappeared into these streets, forget me
I ran away somewhere far away, to the wrong places
I am so confused in the night, but I have no strength to scream
I just started over and you start from scratch
I disappeared into these streets, forget me
I ran away somewhere far away, to the wrong places edges
I'm so confused that I forgot to breathe here
I just started living and you start with me
I forgot everything, leave me somewhere
I hid from the snow under the verses in the summer
And from sunset to dawn I thought about
How my wild neighborhood would cover me with a look
How much I had to go through, I'm so tired specifically
From the term to the correctional colony and from the bunk to the parquet
In the basements of the isolation ward we waited for answers
But the days flew only backwards, leaving no advice
Then the war (fuck) is fucked of course
I remember bullets, a shell flies over my head from half a meter
I'm still alive but barely noticeable
Blood flows down the clouds without asking who it is with
And what can I say in the end I remember everything
I fucked you all at first, like the fuck in that movie
You know, after all the shit, I want to drive along the Moscow Ring Road
And with a bottle of whiskey I will remember everything
I remember how crazy in a taxi I'm dumb in the back
I'm so taken by this drap, we order an inscription
How much fucking fuss was there, Moscow, meet me
We'll pile on some music here and start everything from scratch
Moscow will meet me, the streets will forgive
OCB is smoking in my hands, it's all a trifle
PDPL is a bonehead, what's on the news
I'm on Ryazanka, you're in Lisbon visiting there
Yow, you're like a cold wind in May
We're flying into a party somewhere in Maryino as a gang
It's a bust, you'll say it wrong
We're meeting the glow on Kutuzovsky as a party
Your lips are haribo, but you're so far away
And how hard it is to look for you in that performance
And that beat sounds so treacherous, doesn't it?
Fuck sentimentality, Benjamin Franklin is twisted
Blunt is twisted and my hands are a little tied
You have Milan, I'm passing through Stupino
My buddy is slow on the phone, the beat is pounding in the booth
PDPL is in touch (in touch)!
I disappeared into these streets, forget me
I ran away somewhere far away to the wrong places
I'm so confused in the night but I don't have the strength to scream
I just started over and you start from scratch
I disappeared into these streets, forget me
I ran away somewhere far away to the wrong places
I'm so confused that I forgot to breathe here
I just started living and you start with me (with me, with me, me)