Текст песни Артем Татищевский - Иллюзия свободы

A piece of good hash killed three from a pack of kent
Saliva disappeared, then saliva,
I look like a rapper
I prefer to wear a non-burned Ferrari
Plus tight jeans with zara sneakers (like: D)
Tomorrow I will be in a jacket and tie
Walk through the area on a bark
I'll write a couple of three texts
That the world is my fucking thing
Mikey's shit life is a bitch and scum
I would fuck out of here
But knowing every bun here,
high-rise buildings, basins, narks, tars of the bass point (then xs)
I fucked all this movement this whole battle
And this cold is like reality
Fuck my normality
Give me progress, and I don't need a press like Digati Drago
As well as someone's text someone's respect
Workers' stability sector is no secret
So the fact that the Vector I created is directed at the bit
I am blinded by the radiance of the avenues
Money is more needed than love, its poor laughter
For example, to the songs of Konstantin Kinchan
Then (xs) on the hut y (xs)
And I realized that everything is fictional as real
Sniffed out, smoked out, knocked out the plugs
My poems in the furnace, vodka down the throat
(xs) offered euphoria, illusion, lie God ...
I'm crying
I cry for my air
I am breathing
I breathe for what I still write
In this filthy world
Play the role of a banknote
Creating only the illusion of freedom
I'm crying
I cry for my air
I am breathing
I breathe for what I still write
In this filthy world
Play the role of a banknote
Creating only the illusion of freedom

Yau ... Lonely Baby Carrie
Greets the dawn getting out of bed reluctantly
But for a specific purpose
Today is nonsense on TV
B (xs) your rap
I want to catch the moment with you ...