Текст песни Рома Космос - 2 минуты обо мне

winged rhymes destroy the motives of life
you have been hammered into your head with a wedge, in songs to find your incentive

thirst for life my hopik saves me
warm spring May down to cold buildings

The cops bit me, the rains kicked
there is only blue smoke in my pocket, you yourself know

mom - at night thinking everything in advance
who i would like to become if only a rap company

if only this music is not like a mania
I was all alone, recorded a little earlier

fumes from the building made me tricky
a little lost among the memory of the words spoken

and so it would be further if it were not for his fucking hop
and so it went on (fucking) if it were not chatting in micro

I would be like a babite rolling fuck
if only it were not BRO and not those who led to the chopping block

that taught defense and gave courage
that on the tracks with bumps they have not lost their integrity

the enemies behind you shit there and flew
they didn’t help much, but the women were sweating

which of us - stayed with the truth
who cooked like a seasoning in lies and marak

deceitful creatures measured their tongues
who better wrap up like a roll - this untruth and

love was conceived in my life
and how yesterday I remember my pseudo thoughts

I respect my girlfriend because on the right path
thanks to her I got up and walked

there were betrayals and there were betrayals
there were feelings that stronger than love were cleaned clean

were friends and now there is only scum
Malice grin and fire incinerated all fuck