Текст песни Чоткий Паца - Пародия на Black

I sleep on the desk, like on my bed
Continues the highway of rubbing the red dress.
I sleep on the desk, like on my bed
I play on a card break
I throw firecrackers at the tubzik.

Studied this study.
I'm a human, not a robot.
It is abrupt.
Soon it is!
The days have come black,
But we are clear.
Black tattoos
Cribs are clear.
Your wording does not give me rest.