Текст песни Эрнесто Заткнитесь - Посторонний

I'm just small
Whose skull-box is full.
I am something, somewhere, somewhere ...
I am something there something ...

I'm just an outsider -
Here is the amount of sensations
Go follow whoever is more fun:
There is dusk in my hood.

High-brow insomnia
She presented a solo staff.
Pf, we need to stock up -
You can't get out of it.

I digest cavalry
His midget thinking.
Wait, where's the inkwell? -
I'm about to go from solid to shot.

From the world of rappers
Loners are dear to me.
And not very much to himself,
Yes, I'm not very much to myself.

They say that I am arrogant
Then
It is now an illusion.
After all, de facto I do not
I often like my temper, style and music ...

Everything seems to me unnecessarily harmless of everyday life ...
My maple, what are you, bitch, fucking fallen again?

Moved out of the Polyustrovo area
And now he settled in Kupchino.
Now will cover his southern skin
My annalistic wax.