Текст песни шпек - сторченный почерк

I do not hide at the floor
story smoke resins
I dropped three grams under the table
vnyuhal through collapsed count
Chorus Coke
It gave the head to move along the city
refrigerated powder
a breath of cold
I rejoice every day is young
the main thing on the sale and purchase did not sleep
but you'll have to sebatsya abroad violated the principle of
in fact the best city Tula
calls on the wire I area
in the evening everything will be exactly
rocket blasted me cool
Splash in Battle
Hawa our kitchen
all other long-rotten
morning consciousness collapses two
shaking hands, the burning spam vkontakte
like bitches Required to all your kitchen
Internet only such and swells
everyone is looking for glory as we near to the goods
at three o'clock
in this place I like it very much
I appreciate my handwriting storcheny
Police at the curb and we in tatters
try to catch us Hound