Текст песни НАФТАЛИН МС БРОФЛОВСКИ х ДИМА ДЛИННЫЙ х РОМА ЧЕРНЫЙ - Рутина

I woke up in the morning, sipped broth
There's a chick in the bed, doesn't fucking breathe
Honorable knocks on the door, lazily scratches his pubis
look through the peephole, Shiza hit the head,
Dick under the microscope
I buy a ticket, not knowing where
It turned out to be flying to Egypt

I draw a parallelepiped in a notebook
I get two dreams, my father will ask me in the evening
Spice kills nerves, drawing black schemes
Sell ​​you heroin, add salt to the kids in their cute backpacks
It covers me, pupils change, put on sports glasses
Nass in the mouth in the back of the warp by the collar

Your chick has a fucking trunk
bought a hammer like a torus went for my dick
Trying to fuck a huckster on nsvay in the market
The weather is dark, thoughts are simple
With the boys we shoot blanks in your ass
I love to fuck young girls in dirty porches
Symphony of dystopia
this is not Oruel, everything is different here