Текст песни INSTA - Кружит

You don't need to fly, I would have my hand up to the sky
Tearing himself off the ground and troubled vanity
To be forgotten on dark nights
In the evenings, under these snowfalls
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Then calmly along the highway, speed 120
The box shakes the trunk, the auto sound pleases with the bass
Further, we rush past the old houses
The city feeds the city of oil and gas here in terms of spiritual

And you know it's so fun to walk alone
Music in my ears and this world I tear
Or on an empty bus in the last seat
You sit and paint your poem

I would like to be a part of something more
Everything is new here, abandoned in the past
And this moment spent as if in the sky
All creative, tin, ecstasy is a little tower

And then home, shower, mouse, bed keys
I should learn to fall asleep quickly
I'm stuffed with different stories
Black humor and memories in lines

I have changed, the new INSTA is no longer the same
Much meaner, but trust me with great goodness
Strange yes, god and demon rolled into one
In the coloring of life, that picture of the fob exchange

I look out the window - my hometown
The same guys and each has its own talent
And I'll go and go around those surroundings
From the rooftop view of the area, beautiful sunset

But how pissed me off, all these people around
They're everybody's shit, and everybody lies
I'm not used to this - I say sho think
The sea is also knee-deep, I fly in the sky

INSTA in a fucking atmosphere
Cool beat, fucking monday
Rhymes to friends, as always there is nowhere to record
Okay, I'll leave a good moment in their hearts

Calmly, dissolve in the world
In a dirty dance, in a callous abundance
It's winter outside the window, it's far from May
But it can be cloudy, kilohertz hammer

I love when gray smoke walks in my lungs
I like to release it into the sky, just shake off the ashes
In general, to be honest, it's a joke for me to be young
Second home street, time flies slowly

The funniest but sometimes loads
Disgusting from cheap bitches - get some medicine
My beloved is not around, I suffer without a bazaar
Look dear in the eyes, there is excitement in them - a shaft of hare

Every day, a new surprise and I'm in it with my head
The whole world is under your feet, which is under water in a second
I'm weightless, but melted under the rain
And then I had a terrible but prophetic dream

That people became corrupt, gave themselves up to pieces of paper
There is a lot of falsehood in them, to be real, this is important
People lend, others are killed, one day
Everything boomerang from metal to the head and so it happens

I drink again, I smoke again I inhale
I'm not an adequate lonely wanderer, I know
I breathe out my favorite gray smoke again
No one will ever forbid me to be young

I began to notice that people have changed
Streets, courtyards, where they used to hang out
And I also, in my iPod bits niggers
But after all, everyone can be in their ecstasy, but what about

I haven't climbed rooftops for so long
The whole city in the palm of your hand, see
Greetings to the streets of Surgut
Warm fit for your boys

And so here on the buzz here, in fact, life is
You think prostitution and stabbing
The city soaked all the rooms with smoke
Right now everyone thinks that smoking weed is so fashionable ...
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Brick houses and many new buildings
Nines and skyscrapers, circling with deft movement
Street guy doesn't burn on fire, he doesn't drown in water
District Shpanyukovsky - all the same directs its engines ...