Oh, let it go, I don't need this bitchI and my hepatitis, and we don't give a *** about the truthRemember, there will be no problems, broThe force does not hit the son, the force is in the compromisesI grew up with people who explain everything only in mathsWhile you murmur with your, we are all on the moveWe are waiting for a call from a bitch of exact coordinatesWhat the ***, you are a bunch of moronsI know, they will know me, I will be on the postersI know everything and I remember everything, almost, almost by datesThere are cops in your circle, you shouldn't be a brotherYou asked for help, I just sent it to ***After all, life is honest, catch everyone by the car, boomerangLet me explain to you, for all the bull***What is the difference between the street and the avenueEveryone who explains something there, I don't blame youI ***ing love music so much, I'll marry you on itThis is Murmansk, drink, so your soul freezes*** the morons, better listen to yourselfI brought you weed, bro, listenFrom my smoke, you don't need a ***ing weaponEveryone doesn't give a *** who is inside and appreciates who is outsideFrom the ground to the moon, the hat of the bestWe are the best, what I said, digest, don't choke on your earsI'm a fag, it's you, and no, you are not FrenchGo *** yourself if you don't like my tracksI've been in this *** for a long time and I've been holding on for five daysGive me just five minutes to find out about the manWhat does he breathe, who did he smoke with and what is in his priorityFrom an early age, I buy out for the word, for the wordIt's too early, I don't give a *** about the cops who seeI will never be silent about the mana, because my mana is ready***, *** the wallets, because the money is strictly in my pocketsThese ***ers push me for morality, teach me lifeI can't imagine how many times they told youSay the word, if I smoke ***Look, bro, don't get jealous, I'm spreading for the bazaarJust don't spray your pants, can you fix it or not?Show me who asked you, while you were writing I loveI loved to go into it, where you were and what you were doingWhat kind of questions, moron, I did as I did and I will change the dislocation