Текст песни Артур Скотт feat. Дрим - Drugs for Skillz

drugs for skillz?

hey 'brother attend to my sorrow
in my blood shortage alien sea salt
natural pain pump cover with wave
what
smell like rosin
the full gimp
except phrases abandoned by nothing
poets necessarily
time in mind needle gritting runs on the gramophone
sloped to the sick of the syndrome
but here comes
from grocery store
with a White Baton
sinister smile - then everything is normal
Kumara crawl away into the dark corners of the apartment
you become calm
Soon soul pour out all the concrete
walls and stomps from Overton [feelings] dense head

Here begins the fun
pangs disputes quarrel
a pair of treason clog pores
and if not then the strife authorities will lay the whole office
but something distracted - just right to continue
and if not then at least the glass box
unhealthy donors
solution trёhprotsentny Kalipsola
and you look back Hydrometcenter Forecast
in the process of 100 percent in the sink hole
die while you're young
and who will hear your voice
except for those who are with you side by side in a coma

Dream
Where is my strength where is my mind
Only the devil in the lungs, this life is required
I breathe I linked, heavier vein
I would sense a breath
In the night shift
Habit prisleduet everywhere
Hot on the heels of nowhere to nowhere
Do not step on the grass along the trail in the dark forest
Killer any mixture apgreydovaya
And the cross around his neck, gives the descent becoming less
Whisper a prayer does not replace teeth gnashing
you old-same prototype of you
Only sonorous name
you lie to someone else's memory
Tremble earth, their steps
magic cube like you
knocks cubes heal lips
leaning against the wall
Understand that all power is hidden in the fire ...
On horseback in combat, reality surf
Swims with the force of tidal energy
Now the graph is divided by the minute
Play the accordion, yonder is already asleep.
Steel barrel organ, death forge
Posmatryu at his watch - baritone sing.
Gears do not go crazy after power oils
Only the absence of the parish for the brain dangerously
even the score, Stakhanovite, let
Hammer and mlot hands
Kosi and slaughter ............................................... ..