Текст песни кальмар - Море или Океан

Raise more from the bag mood
On the nostrils burned in the risp after the firelines
We pizdato trembled, in Kruzak sat down and such went
Did not buochi a lot, but I feel the steering wheel with wet hands
Powder from a bag of straight lumps, their noses in it mocal
We are Mahali, and we drove past. Coupled to tunnel
Further on the right of the center behind the nut
Pussy to the top fur, never become a repa
Here Mount Krek. Here mountains. Say life is hardcore
Going into the yard in the morning I ran into a dull muddy
He pushed such a shoulder, but I don't think about him in my head
Another would have crushed in dick, and I fuck a bro. Weight in the rib, the cap pulled down down on Ebalo
And so much so slow