Текст песни вы соглашаетесь - грусть

I have morning in my mouth, I lie to the mouthpiece in the port,
that I don't want you and I climb into the knot myself
I will not be accepted into any university,
because I'm dancing in the transition to the blues
appreciate the lead in yourself, pissing censor
my poetry is not worth a cent
but for someone priceless
to the guitar necks, riffs rhymes
no rhyme.
and we'll burn in the reefs
my trips to the rhythm
the rainbow is playful
so I'm not used to makeup
i saw your tomorrow today
yesterday our smok was good
and on the spot we sold my organs.
now I see everything I want.
like.

but my sadness is not your burden
my taste is not your taste
and not find your-my photos
just robots among these boxes
banknote turnover is your only concern
there is no truth, however, like everything else.
on these notes I will become new
I'm at the stop of new and new
I don't smoke for a long time
and not come up with rhymes other than shit,
after all, everything is lousy, right?
and let me be fake, but from the heart