Текст песни Психологаншот ft Астматик - Не Детсад

Psychologistshot

death is not to face, but in a coffin someday
I can't argue with fate, I draw as much as I can
black on white, no color no color
the timbre of the voice you hear yourself how confident

I thought that in the mirror I would see a ghost behind
saw something worse, and this is too much
tell yes well no, I didn’t come to that
but who would believe such a freak

the giant Kostyan will come to me
we will deliver the parcel of horror by wire
like from the machine tra ta ta ta
we will peel your head will not crack

here is not a kindergarten, but not heavenly apples either
two guys and the mic will get fried
psi and asthma we will arrange a holiday for you
who is sure that we swing you

he's like jason like myers high
in my opinion he will squeeze out juices
and bitches will scream, everyone who is nearby is in touch
we don't need pauses, we fuck classic by Ander