Pyc TwenTy - запахдури
текст песни

This is my area
Where they burn bridges and drown love
Smoke melts under the ceiling
With himself, while melting, taking the memory

I sell a smile and buy oblivion
And looking at the clock, everything is time for me
Do not believe them, they will set up when taking
Like a glass under a bottle of Paletoy vodka

Do not ask how to find a bright life
If I knew, I grabbed the head for a long time
These lamps are gutted me
Brother, another year, and we are the mother-in-law

Everything is trying to take the main prize
And the prize is not to go down
Hold on brother, we are not guilty of troubles
We are just stomping dirty asphalt with white sneakers

With every moment I believe in God more and more
He helps not to make fate cruel
After all, it cannot be like that
So that someone would go to Beha, and someone tore the ass

For money or for the sake of glory
We would have to find a percentage of grandmas for the future
But not those that the pad is called bad and
Not the greens that we see under chemistry

And we would be summer
After all, with warmth, a veto is thrown into problems
The eyelid pulls, clenched us
And it is better not to look at death in Anfas

Without rhinestones, and other glamorous powder
Around the smell of dope, it is so rotten
Choose a strategy like little Chapaev
Thanks to those whose memory will never sink

And this is my area
So from the night to morning, we will drink
We smoke and forget- from morning to night
However, this is also not bad, only the brains tickle