Джи Вилкс, Beescus - Бартр
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It's very difficult for me to understand theoretically
It was much more common to absorb everything practically
Only quality, I don’t take quantity
But there is so much quality that now there is a monthly drop

Gray matter was given to everyone randomly
And all the insane carry their cross stoically
I try to keep my price tag cosmic
Fuck de jure, bro, I'm talking factually

If they ask who is against it, I’ll say, damn it, everyone
Programmed for money, like fintech
When I was alone with her, I committed a sin
She decided to stay, she was impressed by the check

Like Milchek, I'll make everyone change
I inspire all my loved ones to rise up
My account allows her to buy satin, fur
Your account makes even whores laugh

I was working, bro, and not a lynchpin.
If you're looking for someone to blame, there aren't any here.
All the reasons are from within, work, don’t blame those
Who once promised you money and success?

Finding the reasons for failures doesn't require tweezers
They love their brothers so much it's like incest
The line above was confusing, battle, swept away
I took a bike, one place, no more places

Early morning, May, year five, I think
I'm standing in front of the bathroom mirror
With a razor it's like with a katana
And I’m thinking about shaving these locks bald
Or raise them like punks
Until my wife kicked me back to my mother with a rag

She doesn't like sloppy people
And she herself is perfect
And she wants me to be adequate to her, like partners at ballrooms
And I stand, lathered with foam like Santa
Water flows from the tap like a waterfall
Shouldn't I offer her barter?

Let's say I cut my hair straight now
And for this she will lower her robe to the floor
And spreads his hair over his shoulder blades
And he will put his hands under my shirt
As if searching for something greedily
What a thrill it is that my woman’s breath is hot

And in the morning I would get up very early
I'd make an omelette with avocado in no time
And extra roast coffee to go with it.
And she would say: Oh, what a gift this is.
As if nothing had happened
As if it was supposed to be like that according to plan

We would smoke together
I'm Havana of course, she has a banana flavored pacifier
And everyone thought about different things
Before it's too late I'd say she's beautiful
I say this phrase so rarely, but I often think about it

While I was hatching barter
She was driving in a traffic jam on the Moscow Ring Road
The same Andrade ballad has already been played many times
She's tired of the marathon
And your own and someone else's, and the truth
Need something big
I'll go to Makavto tomorrow!