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Drunk in Umat, at night through the whole city
On the pocket of the box, on the balance of Nolik. I will prick
Endorphine hunger. I am a joke, these are plans for tomorrow
As always: not to be in a cage
Met-amphytamine meter do not measure moments
Sincere and rare minutes to purchase for coins
Not Varik here. We will push you Very Good Stuff (Nyuh)
But you will not become happy (ha)
How cigarettes do not make adults
It is so simple, but not so explainable
The spark between us, suddenly, will become fucusable
Captured me happy, taking a picture with a honeycomb
In the rear view mirror, I see so many types
Let it not Hercules, but cut a couple of bosks of the hydra
And I would have a villa, I would be Phillo, but I'm stupidly pitchfork
Having lost the umbilical cord, he matured. Not visible to me
Still the same child, in the camp rushing the foal
I rhyme on fun
With tincture of pepsi cola
With a hex, all vocabulary
We live in a pussy for knowing, because I am not a gynecologist