Текст песни Энди Картрайт - Хард ту баф

A pit racked by quiet weeks, stained at home,
Fatum paragraphs,
Get out, vivat minds,
Those that are in the subject, whom the fog did not take with giblets,
I manal your truth, turn down the farce,
Pictures of everyday life are indelible as "hard that buff",
Time drags my hip-hap in my teeth, zoo
A flock of cards hung up their sleeves
We didn't cut Vanilla vinyls and we didn't stir the pipes
The ways of the possessed are inscrutable
Forest of invisibility from places where funds are limited,
And as a consequence of freestyle, the entrance rattles,
Andy K-k-k-cartright, at my low
Lovers of the "Eight Mile" faded, quietly phoned in their minds,
Dodged, fucking background
And I come to your flock as a hungry lion

A ray of gold, a couple of puddles near the house,
There is no truth like Madonna tramadol,
Everything is no more expensive than a torn condom
In the shroud, my solo is so weightless.