Текст песни Fike - Мы не любители ебаться за хлеб и квас

For bastard of lava knit and need to get out
It is necessary to work and hang out for weeks
It is necessary to tie a need to store the headstock
To always fell retired all right
I'm out of the window while the acrid smoke blew
Apparently that's what gave the fuck invented
That need was highlighted gave little thump
It is necessary to have to plow the sting waving hands
At work, not to have to fill up
After all there again at 8:45 pizdovat
House to work to change and be lost there
But strain as a bastard kid
But will enough of going dressed so shod
I'll be inflated with a hangover and women will
The bed as a trampoline will only fucking
I had time to go to work

This cart is not for you hey working class
This theme of the type of parasites us
We are not lovers of the fucking bread and kvas
Only blue chicks gandzhubas

This cart is not for you hey working class
This theme of the type of parasites us
We are not lovers of the fucking bread and kvas
Only blue chicks gandzhubas

And in the soul no rest because the time has come
Choose office or kneading cement
I am an employee in the price and want a percentage
Written summary and sent to check out
Certainly not yet forgot to specify
I can pounding pounding and digging
Dvizhnyak inducing muddy and push
I am an employee must take me bitching
Malec finally beginning to carry
They put me into the office and began to graze
Is it good to be there, I behave
Went heels like me shift
I caught up after one working day
This is clearly not all the garbage for me
Maybe I'll sit there and more Poles
But I was taken out and kicked the fuck

This cart is not for you hey working class
This theme of the type of parasites us
We are not lovers of the fucking bread and kvas
Only blue chicks gandzhubas

This cart is not for you hey working class
This theme of the type of parasites us
We are not lovers of the fucking bread and kvas
Only blue chicks gandzhubas

You rushing though the pipe calls me to the factory
Wherever you printed nalik and raised people
It's a pity there is no such luck, and I do not
And me without experience no one takes
A mana lyutomu little carouse
Manu need currency roil
So I did not wait long
And again, I ran pounding capital
Again, the new Den again black coffee
I do not care does not seem to mow a pro
On my job to score a congenital profile
Let my boss sucks dolbaeb distrofik
As luck as hell do not get much
I for myself never find a job
I'd rather be doing yourself out of Hip-Hop star
And the work pf yah it in pussy