Текст песни Monthly - Романтика Родильного Дома

Grandfather OG - Smokes a cigarette
Brother to the vast, like Lewandowski
I score (flow), I score (flow)
I drink it down like Horus and breathe fire
Orthodox gin, like Oksimiron
I fucked it all, fuck it one more time
Rap eats a personality like alkali
While the kids fuck with the Pasos group
[? looking for hope]
This is sweet bread, I bake shanezhki
From square to gold-domed
We shit on hits, feeding on prana

No! Yeah, yeah
I told you this is not your period
We love chickpeas
These are monthly

Hedgehog on the album, you were fucked in the hospital (not your period)
Hedgehog on the album, you were fucked in the hospital (these are monthly)
Hedgehog on the album, you were fucked in the hospital (not your period)
Hedgehog on the album, you were fucked in the hospital (these are monthly)

Honey and kurut, a couple of crumpled bills
They attack, we make a mut
These streets, man
"Hedgehog sold" - no, hedgehog will sell more expensive, fool
As before, we breed a foot and a mess here
We are glad that we will not meet the enemy
In all these dreams I am strangled and strangled by the hands of a Jew
But I break through like Rashford on the flank