Текст песни МаЛибу - поника

burns my Ponicka, this music is a pure
to start with a clean sheet, I can not honestly myself!
Good lad if he thought life
these roads like beads there are many flavors
special Juice, huckster means you're not a coward
I'm from Russian domains and did not seem out of business
no expensive cars do not have an apartment Well
but there is less sound and Mike I raise the bar
on the right I see an old woman like Wang
I box at the bank wilted evening candle light a match
I receive medical treatment killed since childhood liver
Chelyaba eternal meeting, I like the poet catcher
entrust text encore smokes cannabis
you see on the outskirts of drizzle did not see
bright ball spinning around its axis
to drive your souls of like a flock in the rack
it is time to understand that this world is cruel for a second shot (down) short
and all my text cried shower typing in the pit puddle
and we all turned to the synthetic dance
your dirty trick here is not what is peculiar because the bitches fuck
 We smile at the stars semi month the moon is my darkness
this is the noise in the room where a lot of crap
where more smoke from the barrel, where there is little decisive word
These are my streets is our yard
Come on lad had not been
Tomorrow will be a day tomorrow will decide all matters
and do not worry from extreme sadness to the to the end