Текст песни Виктор Штрих - Почитываем рэп, покуриваем ганжу

even chimneys smoke in my city
there are many living corpses in my city
pipes are often thrown in my city
everything is like everywhere else but my city is an urn

the sun is shining over my head in my city
factories smoke, teenagers drink at stalls
Someone is walking couples in the park
someone is worn out at work, but they do not mind

the guys and I just twist and smoke blunts
we look at this movement through our fingers
yaaah, I like it kind of like
I'm in the role of a bass passenger on the life route

We must bring us buzz every day
around a large anthill, monetary base
there is vanity around, nuka freeze for a moment
just breathing in the tar, breathing the smoke up

we smoke like nlmk pipes,
no tobacco rings fly into the sky
cops at work, it seems, we are not afraid
just rap while smoking ganja