Slim - 01. Чёрное зеркало
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I don’t know all the answers how where where?
Crystal owl does not shine the retina of the eye
until life has not yet chopped into firewood
and did not wash into the toilet like a one -time gondon

Whatever the city, I will not dress Bososok sport
Matte Kaen lifts someone to the mountains
Having gathered courage, you can go out the window
promised love or just under the bottom

The pathologist will slowly open your body with a knife
Thinking that you were an idiot
Earth will absorb blood and drops of sweat
how it feeds many times, someone's faith holy icon

I did not measure the crown and did not sit on the throne
Death rarely comes in a hug with sleep
Like a gutter on the body, in the cell late
You will not find the truth on the first so late

maybe we will be washed away as Atlantis washed away
With the gaze of the tiger, I'm a muddy type
With a nasty grin is active to other people's assets
diba lips, do not smoke the ceiling

What do we want and under what we are going here?
walk under the victory of Leshchenko from the plates of the melody
this is the spirit of time and let me not Pelevin
I wrote it myself, hello to Vanya Lenina
my evil marvelous is Jin from a jar
когда кто-то трет не по теме, языком ту лампу

I somehow stared in a black mirror
Life runs zebra throwing his face to the ground
This is not a white ghetto, there are bitch on vert
There is no conscience here, by expensive fur

Do not call me a brother, the words do not fly back
they, like pigeons, are crap leaves spots
Leave the clearing to the guys, they will extinguish something there
deadly weed, fertilizing

I think this is the fucking show Truman
You cheap even for small amounts
Yes, I think so with my hands rested on the dome
Google will not tell you when it is driven into a corner

Under wet rain, under the Teflon Surf
will not break the strength of the spirit, black lane
hang on the tubes, and I'll come right now
Do not fall down, there is no trampoline under you

smoked in the morning, stupidly on the urn
I look at the moon, salute to all kurves
silicone and powder, you are just fucking
Because at the age of 20 you are still a fool

something is decided here, not in the corridors, the state is not at the post
And in the sauna with expensive dishes
Democracy of a whore-so launched in a circle
Somewhere near Barvikha, in a closed club

She sniffed from the tray, from the last century
We look at the black mirror with a free wind
Open secrets like a school desk
Sit down or sit down, the main thing is not to fall