Текст песни падик - падик

And everyone has their own, dear padiks
New friends or new nikes
And then every man for himself, every man for himself
Or just all the nibs
You have clean porches, but we have a mess
Somewhere don't hang out with us everywhere strained
Someone smokes cones, and someone is already on the tower
Heart beating fast is all shortness of breath
This is our decent, tenth brick
Each of our padiks is considered excellent
There are no signs, there are no signs
Almost all roads are the same here.
Stairs and floors are all from the heart
Then take the smoke, then breathe it
Or, as usual, prescribe to someone
got served, okay sin
Don't poke your head in the hole where the scars await you
Better just go or turn right
Better sit on play cop
And then I went and climbed over there
Every boy wants to pump up his abs
Often your neighborhood is a wonderland
Do whatever you want not to rip the suspension
You know you are not an ANGEL and not a BES