Текст песни Fike - Kilobito

Pam-parapam boys in the trash, the flag would be to you
We know the price for words and fix it with deed
Confident in yourself, even though you're steamed
You are smoky
What are the geldings?
There is no lave for a couple, bets at the bar of the bark are burning mountain bazaars, mountains of nature, curtains are wrapped, where are the bills, our manners, we don’t know the measures
Here is the answer to where our navars
It's probably too early, while the pockets are empty
But they play harmonics, here
Mind the rams to the sides
songs white crows cunted white crows
Kings - Carons, x ** m - Gandons
Gangsters - ghana, and we microphones
We don’t hide the lines, don’t laugh, do not bullish cry, do not teach life
The brains are not sharpened, and so they are delayed, however shorter.