Текст песни Мой Пико - Вальс на троих

Put on autotune
You are so oh ## nen
Your true ending
Sit on top of the fir

Living in an apartment with mom
With frantic # b # l # m
You will shout into a T-shirt
"I'm a real underground"

Dreaming of a cool gelding
You scream hysterically
Glue on pelvis sticker
Like, "Khan America!"

The herald waddling at pace
Stress on listing freelance
In the corner of the shadows where are the triads
Whirling in the waltz of the narcoad

Where is your truth?
Cool sound effects?
Your rotten string dance
Do not redeem even under a splash

Everyone here is seekers of truth
Suffer, I'll pop your valve
I will hate
While you cry pitifully

Hands touching the terminals
You will go ashore timidly
This is not the shore of the system
But you believed so quickly

My burr will heat
Blushing speech therapists
Doing at least like me
You will get better, trust me

And in a new dance cycle
Under the cyclone of views
Though I will perk up
And you will wither dry

The heart is no longer beating
From a pine end coffin
Let's remember
Underground non-creator