Текст песни Slink - Мой вес

My neighborhood, my entrance, my rules, my weight
they say about us junkies get in ebalo

Boshek house wonderful forest corrected fucking fucked
they say about us junkies you better be silent
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No matter it is sad that after marafeta
Chicken somewhere in his underpants in a sweet lady Sveta

I remember how I wore ёbyr whores candy colors
I solved a problem Yedike powder and you stripped

My forever forever in the century giant
shiner not escaped, fun quiet hour has come

And a couple of tracks in the powder is not fucking crime
Therefore huyarim rap, animals, until the morning ay

party continues but I are mixed
I feel the effect of methamphetamine and butyrate

Pierre Richard would not come up with such a scenario
to come up with can then blew when three Hapki

And he built a marathon, fit ten tracks
Then he waited for the courier, but alas, he did not come

Ingredient lost, bewildered Richard
He nuzzled into powder, and finished off the last

And the soul is singing, and the heart to ask out in horror in cold
ruin dreams and hopes to score for dinner
Waking up to 2 hours without thinking that we need
this little world at the depth or outside
you choose one way and become the best of the best
your spirit is probably not so easy to break Napas prushchego
uncover hidden talents below link
plants that rap covers matter
Bosko pressure limit, all of merikureniya
Thread trust culture, experience tested
With the sombrero on Bosko I transfer tube green
I sit Marathon autumn mood