Текст песни Леша7емь - 11. Психика

No need to cry sorry for sadness
In this gray crypt worth 2 million
Promise to accelerate the pulse at night
And in the afternoon we’ll run to work again

No need to scream sorry for the pain
We will drown in this "penthouse" again
And don't forget to curtain the curtains
This whole city envies us

Light has grown into the skin turn on the darkness
She will drive to sleep faster and wake up in the morning
You will fall offended by barely pulling the studs
You are night for me, I am a failed attempt for you

In this world where everything is so synthetic and flexible
Child's imagination is abstract and blurry.
Under the table, the world is safer and sit there
Fencing off problems have a separate orbit

Lesha fuck all this depr people love drugs and crap
Shut up my rap sky
Be silent give air and light
New fucking couplet gives me a chance to figure out myself

What has achieved except the attention of schoolgirls
Maybe happiness for rappers but not for me
And is it so valuable and rude or something
But all that you offer is a friend request

Among you, in the midst of truth and lies
In contrast, I'm not afraid to show everyone that I am me
Filter and predict listening more carefully
But my receiver serves as a switch for you

I believe in what I have been doing for several years
So I’m not saying a couple of days what is in me
And there’s no use forgetting everything and fighting
Feeling more important when a couple of words makes sense

Another 16-line monologue
More important is the idle talk about your cars and clubs
About your street mother, his rapper under the template
I dedicate it not to smoke and dope, but to fools

How can we go back, forget about the money
My last money will go for apartment rent
For a box of concrete meter per meter
Here you are about good Lesha as requested

No need to cry sorry for sadness
In this gray crypt worth 2 million
Promise to accelerate the pulse at night
And in the afternoon we’ll run to work again

No need to scream sorry for the pain
We will drown in this "penthouse" again
And don't forget to curtain the curtains
This whole city envies us

No need to cry sorry for sadness
In this gray crypt worth 2 million
Promise to accelerate the pulse at night
And in the afternoon we’ll run to work again

No need to scream sorry for the pain
We will drown in this "penthouse" again
And don't forget to curtain the curtains
This whole city envies us