Текст песни продукт - Амели

get high and the bitches flow from the scrooge
to sweat, who is there? black is only a joint
I will endure all your screams, beaten or killed
and who did not follow, the SCRUGE flew
a frantic pace, and I'm happy with the bass chase,
not melancholic, everyone pointed a finger,
wildly and I was stuck on falling bodies in space,
not up to abstraction, but your avats were not expected
you were expecting hip-hop, I brought listen,
where my soul lives in my texts,
it flies out, hip hop is drip airborne and not wiretapped.