Текст песни ПараСлов - Пару грамм коронных

1 verse
Blowing up shoals until ten minutes
Half and half, relaxed, so we fucking
Low basins have not been knocked down for a long time
Toning, forgetting about the garbage

A couple of grams, the bulb is melting
As long as we feel good, we won't be steamed
While someone is being rounded up by the cops
In the hut we hammer heavy to the very soot

In Russia, everyone lives by their own rules
Vasya will make ksivas until they are ignited
Everyone understands that one must live from the heart
Here we make fresh hashish smolder

What's stopping me from shooting buckshot at you
Everyone understands, he is not eternal
But don’t be stupid when you’re on trifles
You can regret more and more, close to evenings

Chorus
While it's still dark, we're pulling the water
We don't give a damn what your shoulder straps are
Since the guardians of the law haven't caught yet
Then we'll score some more, a couple of grams of crown

Verse 2
I understand that I no longer care about my fate
Let it be freedom or a trap
It's never too late to get out
But being in a routine is somehow not serious

Insomnia has become my faithful friend
After all, only at night are the most muddied
With bros, finishing off a gram of hemp
I waited for the arrival forgetting everything for a moment

Peace to those who move with us right
So far so good, then it's up to little
Let's put on a little bit of gas
The one who stays behind does not need a smear

Pizzing beats, hammering on someone else's opinion
I really give a fuck, even without a doubt
What will happen next, I don't know yet
But I know for sure, it will be muddied somewhere in May