Текст песни Проект Увечье - Тайна среднего полета

Rap slightly boring - visor caps have been bent
text momentary dashed off - it is recognized by all cloudy
cast seed into their heads - sob family, well:
tormented with the theme fucked - track seven minutes and

would record - but it is enough, after weighing all the & quot; yes & quot; and & quot; no & quot ;,
megabyte me - arbeiten bro - because you're not deaf and dumb
Gloom in the tracks and meme - and Pontius disgusted me as a blue cop
I like Gayzinberg and my goal - to cook you a blue met

No, I'm not a high-flying, quarter Seclusion
reperki on his cap singed, group day extended
buried Gufan Lech - underscore indefinite
mine - but I rhyme in flight - not bragging lung volume

No, my flight is not low - as this despicable Feed
wide portok fans - that stroyut underground cats
reprezenty roar - then ditch them as canvas and cardboard
slowed its overtone fighter, since rhymes level Barto

my flight somewhere midway between these points,
No, it does not settle on punches, my rosy donut
like a chain? yes, there are many logical chains
but more precious than your fashion balahonchik - true handwriting

other secret - for me no longer a secret
between the mountains and pits - I'm in the middle - normal flight
holes in the third pass pride not to patch
but I was awarded count - because the middle gold