Текст песни Карабин - Игра на выживание

Mom doesn't know that within our apartment in a high-rise
Her dear son, fucks almost like Vysotsky
Plays games like go further or die
And to participate, he even took from her a cap and a steward

Mom doesn't know where the battles took them
who will love to give heat with a child to a loved one
does not know that her son is a famous guy in these circles
and of the comrades, the curly-haired or Tatar will survive

mom and forever will not be able to take and burn him like that
she can't find a bong in a box from under a video card
and if suddenly in the morning I came to the whole house
overcook, blame the cheap perfume

the main thing is to make no mistakes, son
bravely extinguished the boys was alive and well
so that you don't get on trains without a bag of cutlets
mom cheers for me paired with double c

I could repeat verse 1 one more time and fuck you
but the idea of ​​the topic is not to be lost
could kill with a word and get a pass
and you put it in leggings, seeing the table, hunting

d n b shocking trance
it's a juicing game
this is a game of waiting for deadlines
this is a game of survival, only the one who does not give up will die

the impulse to reach the fourth even came out sideways
hey audience nuka hands up to god higher
if there is one, it's a cool layout for doubles
hi will take him to himself or give him to hell

your departure is not a reason for parades to see
myriads of sheep are dying on the forums, so
all brave chitakam should go to you too
get one step closer to the lemon and please moms

d n b shocking trance
it's a juicing game
this is a game of waiting for deadlines
this is a game of survival, only the one who does not give up will die