Текст песни вася гуаш - 777

I'm a crap musician, not a musician
Skinny, thin, did not go to the rocking chair - this is sadness,
I didn’t go to the fortuneteller - someone crooked,
There is no hardening, I did not collect bookmarks,
Chabil at school, stuck at a desk.

Port 777 ate sprats,
Mouse we shot movies on your roof,
You slept soundly, didn't hear
Ebash how we breathe, we write for labor-hard-life

If you are a sucker - rub it in your ears
If you are our man then listen
In car speakers or put an earphone in your ear,
Or put an earpiece in your ear.

This verse disturbs someone - buy them ear plugs
Normal shakes. And you can do better,
My rap is stopping me, I'm stopping them ears
Read for the inhabitants of the ocean inhabitants of the land.