Текст песни Кот Базилио - Для ватников

From the heart so with my brother, blew up the cap,
Took him to death, his mother.
The brothers' seed is covered with a tablecloth.
And we lay on the knurled in a matte basin.
there are bunkers in the area near the padiks,
Xena, foreheads rolled up and on fucking slippers.
while you were unwinding this stuff on iPads,
I have practiced trauma healing with herbs.
To the army or to hard labor in the place of the keys to the hut,
Get a kick in the ass or a bullet in your shirt.
Life makes ends meet, like a fucking matchmaker
I measure my dicks as an organizer.
In dark places I'm looking for a place to grab
but after the first can
I see everything as if an archangel descended from heaven.
Not enough yet, but there is a grasp for that,
I'm greedy but fucking tenacious will rise back.
there is no chain on the neck leash 2 two signets,
1 on the middle finger, the other on the ring finger.
the product became nuclear with a month,
quitting smoking thought it wouldn't be fun.