Текст песни Шипа feat Stem - If yor're stupid

And this morning, does not promise us anything bad
Here we fucking drunk to utter the last word
Go detachments, battalions, new reforms
And I'm a microphone in your hand and hold like fate
Creatures vebu tolko because I myself konsruiruyu his dream
only one out of a hundred you stretch out a helping hand
Having created began to create its history from scratch
And the rest of the herd to rush back to nowhere
And I begin to write the story from scratch
After all, when I will leave only my words
Intelligent I'm not the world's first
But the blunt horizons zde
Oia is not a skilled writer and orator