Текст песни beatdeka - TVEAETW

hold the table tight I'll go under the foulk
drunk home there maternal protocol
they say you shouldn't kill the love of schools in yourself
artem you angry wolf but stop catching your forehead on the floor

set money as a goal otherwise you will be a goal
with resentment the head of the purebred fell silent
you don't need these crowds, glory is a pillar
stomp ahead with anger

don't look back it's not your duty there
what did you find what did you prefer
keep anyone like a halo
I was fucked to put music on your advice my bolt

bits still fed with mognitol
in the heart of mono-col
year followed year
dreamed and suddenly in my hands a microphone
I do not know how
flow knows what people want
I'm the one who doesn't turn rap into income
your vile snotty hard on perception
everything is boring naughty boring my hobby is a curse

I didn't do but dreamed
I wanted everyone to know who I am but not as a chitak
I like kilotons in hertz so much
that ideas whisper even thoughts from concrete from childhood