Текст песни MURDA KILLA - Стакан

One eight seven what?
Fuck than sculpting me no longer worse
On the dance floor I smear
On the balcony I dries
Cigarette in five tightening
Sky in a multicolored puddle
Demons on the gun ripped out of the depths of five-story buildings
(What?)
I was ready to collect her name from thousands of constellations (hundreds of letters and colors)
I note that look and again stay time
I will not be ready
On the windbreaker fragments of KOTO KOSE Potion
On the wrist of the burn
I flew in the borders but I felt the ground floor alone
I saw this cute bitch in the green eyes was a notice of fright
You drink Gigadin in the apartment at Drozh
We roll without hands and go without a knock