Текст песни PsychoDel - pamat

Chorus

Streets teach to look the other way around
They teach to go around the corner with their fists
The streets teach us to live hard and bold
Teach our loved ones to value

The street taught me how to blow smoke into the sky
Taught to appreciate every day until the end
Seeing people disappear at 22
See a local gopata playing football

I've done good routes more than once
I know how the contrast changed in the evening
The boys in the area have career growth
And every day questions to the strongest suit are the demands

If you have not heard this, you are probably not mature enough
And our circle is very wide, but believe me it's not simple
You didn't fucking grow up on this diagram
And that teenager outside the beer shop without beer
Trying to get you a message from the lowlands

Well, where you don't mind visins
There is a coma every winter
And only later will you realize that you were a nerd
But we will win
What we need to notice
What we celebrate
In my soul these routes
I made sure of the verse

You drain me a bitch
And glue the fins themselves
Pour juice at home
And pour through the jar
Do not regret having smoked

And what will happen next
Namely, without falsity
About what you hide in your back pocket
You are not a boy

Took a life of filing
Gave myself without surrender
Drowning in this quality
The soul has become richer

Shaking my head
In a world of moans and cars
Someone pays someone cries
And someone is screwing

And whatever it means
It has been pumped long ago
We'll never know taaam
How much life has been spent

Much Lost
Many things puzzled

We made the street the second home
To die young