Текст песни F.P.G. - Джи

She comes home, she was not waiting for anyone,
Just started the day she did not carry.
Her mother sticks, Daddy thumps,
In this world no one understands it.
The pain will not let her die of boredom,
Bitch-love ispolosovannaya her hands,
She had lost in the darkness of his own soul.
But it becomes easier when she hears

F..P .. Prodigy!
F..P..G!

Just started the day she did not bear,
He gets to the target, it mercilessly beats,
It kills every day without a balance
Backhand, offhand, but certainly in the top ten.
Phones, ATMs, drawn people
Declare it with posters - it will not be worse.
She sees the world is drowning in lies,
And with both hands clinging at straws

F..P .. Prodigy!
F..P..G!

Gold plated chains minded friends
Tell her that everything in the world is sold.
This way of life is closed in a circle,
It is naive, but believe in what will break.
Life will apply it blows,
Leaving her paltry chances to become old,
But as long as the powder is dry and rusty knives
A young heart is beating at a furious pace

F..P .. Prodigy!
F..P..G!