But I am so tired of traveling, I'm so sick of sitting in airport terminals, sitting on runways, on planes that won't take off.
Now I just think to myself, do it, do it, do it. Putting a gun to that pilot's head saying this is a hijack.
Now you get this motherfucking plane off the ground now.
I just want to go where this plane was supposed to be five hours ago. That's right, I'm hijacking this plane to Nashville.
I just want to go where this plane was supposed to be five hours ago. That's right, I'm hijacking this plane to Nashville.

The system banned us, so we're moving to the other side.
Rottkampott, that's the fate, a new turn.
Pyrone in smoke, Tamburay in stickers.
Who carries a water bottle with them, who carries a set of them.
For the guides, but it's getting difficult.
Nights are a fan on the way out.
And the point is the moment of vandalism.
Stores go minus, we are on the territory.
We spread like a virus through the new video.
And the local stables are going crazy in panic.
*, it's us, grey raids.
How the * are we?
It's all the same, it's going to be more than it was originally supposed to be.
The place of this location is at the Shmon train station.
Grey lawlessness, army, OMON.
The
city and cities are not all the same.
We designated ourselves, now it's up to you.
Struggles, pogroms, accidental sexual intercourse.
We don't * around in the city, it's not for nothing that the guys came.
The sector is connected.
Banner stretch, shizuim from the soul.
And the floor is
of courage, higher than ludaea.
And lower than the guys in the hood.
Fire, smoke and firecrackers.
Happiness for the brainless.
Not shy, not arrogant, in the game in love.
Don't get caught, so as not to get into the place of the public.
After all, we are barbarians, what to expect from us?
We came to win.
We are wild vandals, so what to expect from us?
We came to win.
It's more fun to not change us together.
At least we found our place.
After all, we are from another time.
The right side of the cash register and the charge flew to the cross.
But to break the border, it's too tight for us in your world.
Home without money, yes, I'm without money.
The black Monday will meet in a standard country.
And everyone manages to return without a detachment.
Two weeks at home, and then again in the cash register.
Again in Kiev, blyat.
Courage and fights, trains, cars, planes, buses and dogs.
Forward to victory, let the business go to hell.
Alé, alé.
Panadio on the departures.
Everyone is *, everyone is *.
The guys rush to the exit.
Everyone is *, everyone is *.
Trains, exits.
Everyone is *, everyone is *.
Trains, exits.
Everyone is *, everyone is *.
The guys rush to the exit.
Everyone is *, everyone is *.
We'll see you next time.