Yogga - Курю Ха-Ха-Хашмаль
текст песни

Rolly is my tick-so
Drowned the pedal
Here is my block
Where the Finjan is cooked

I'm flying into blue
And I see red
I swim in the limb
And I breathe smoothly
I was covered
Smoke is a mask

I’m driving a hashmal from the sky
Slowly everything floats below
People are haping on the run
I don't understand why

Again pushed by Patio
Fuck a wild stick
Dusty in Greener Kali Dro
Thoughts jumped Banny hop

Thoughts must be fixed correctly
Do not go to fuck them with a bro
I breathe out, they are ale-Op
I'm all in the grandmothers, like validol
The twisted is waiting for me, as if khatiko

I threw it to loved ones, how much did you raise in a month, how do you like it?
I fly through the square, on the drift I loop like a gocha
We sailed to Cyprus with our own, as in the near city
Nadici in the Park Chokh-Choh,
All nonstop, in compote to zero
Oh howl, Boy-Clon
Flew into it like Hot Rod
We were killed, no eye Hong Kong
On the Cheat Meal, shit like a Rot Front
We are on Stream ourselves, FACT Your Blog
Solved with ultrasound, like a Lock-dog
On the hand Ice Shine Pacific
I hardly took the phone

I'm flying to the sky
Me under the age of age
I swim in the limb
And there is no wind
How my shadow covered mine
Smoke is summer

A glass of wine will answer me
In the brains with aluminum light
She will ask me to sleep whether I was sleeping
But I will be silent opening one eyelid

This is my variety
Flew into the village
Gained a fresh heaz for rent
Brought Stack, shook it to the tape
All the same raised the whole club

She did it without hands so far
From the store like a vegan, I have a bush

They turned so stupidly
In hammock
And in the hands of a UKULEL
Yogga boss
On the bits of Drokaveli
Kali Shield
And we have so tossed
Your bro
In appearance like chebupeli
Clean cring
This is all your speeches

Here is arson I am a fire and a clock in this way, so, so,
Sliding along the wall, kitchen, cola, poster

I’m driving a hashmal from the sky
Slowly everything floats below
People are haping on the run
I don't understand why

Is this your limit and fuck there you got a friend
I'll write you a song
We will send the oppon

Ken-Ken-Ken

I’m driving a hashmal from the sky
Slowly everything floats below
People are haping on the run
I don't understand why

Is this your limit and fuck there you got a friend
I'll write you a song
We will send the oppon

Rolly is my tick-so
Drowned the pedal
Here is my block
Where the Finjan is cooked

In the Back bag, green Emerald
She knows, she does not need to choose

I'm flying into blue
And I see red
I swim in the limb
And I breathe smoothly
I was covered
Smoke is a mask

I’m driving a hashmal from the sky
Slowly everything floats below
People are haping on the run
I don't understand why