Текст песни Da St feat. Чекист feat. СД - На Пределе Нервы

while my mother was at the limit of nerves
I made money from AIDS, skillfully made the first
divided into equal parts Bosko's Prague scan
more staf stew, more with each gram
you take my shit through seventh hands
all your whispers remind me of jokes
but in every joke there is a joke share a share of truth
exactly the proportion of badiagi exactly larger proportion of weed
while my mother was at the limit of nerves
I did mud on jams in the ocean and inferno
I did production did not think about sales
instead of going to pass an important exam
I fly up over the roofs of metropolitan buildings
filling the brain with smoke in search of personal knowledge
on this minus lay exactly Vitya, Motya, Sanya
mom’s nerves are on edge!

my mom knows what I'm abusing
but right now, but before it was hard, I imagine
in the morning in meat drunk or puffed up in calla lilies
every day, every evening and I became so
and I don’t remember all the batches but what I remember is tin
in the kitchen five plush then six more
enemies - fakis, fakis, in the yards - fights, fights
whoever got injured, i am very lucky!
i was a bastard i made mom cry
under her screams, I often spit in the bath
skirmishes with trash just like twice two
they are shit for us, we are shit for them
while moms were at the limit of nerves
Olya sniffed first, Sasha sniffed first
Katya ate my ....... and this is a little
all the bad that is left of us!