Текст песни DAS - Трип-репорт

It was boring, sitting handles nails
I thought about my mother and money, drink tea, eat cake,
And I suddenly realized - for a long time did not write anything, although
So many write to friends in social networks

New Year's Eve, odnushka, one in the morning,
Five minutes later, Anton suddenly jump
Razmataet packaging of adhesive tape and decides
For once in my life to write a rushing shield

Tickle in the throat, he did not touch a hundred years
My body's a pretty weak Toler
In this war with a sense I'm alone in the field
Inaccessible _ anyone who does it is not ill

all I want to rhyme all and
Somehow I scratched my bushy eyebrows
I set to positive, I'm not angry
I am writing to hip-hop, and sometimes write in twitter

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Remember - this is the only track of Anton
That can equate to hangout
I was prepared for this pack shit
I ate it and realized he was not shit, and I'm in the shit
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As long as the window area on each other rude
To my odnushku illegally sneaked a hamster
Feeling aroma buns with poppy seeds and juice
I chewed and looked out of the windows into the courtyard

Sweeping away everything that is not the side
At this point, I want to talk and binoculars.
I want to hug his woman and tell her
You are my only one in the life of a true pointer

Because you do not want these parishes,
You're more important than his son grow to fit life
Because you are ashamed that sober is not easier
Because you do not want such a repchik

Thought is, a lot of thoughts, ideas fucked
The radio in the playlist straining Leps
The fuse had gone suddenly cold tea in one gulp
I do not want to mist more nor Sedna or tomorrow.

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Remember - this is the only track of Anton
That can equate to hangout
I was prepared for this pack shit
I ate it and realized he was not shit, and I'm in the shit
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