Текст песни Jerry Four - Пароль к бессмертию

Chorus:
I hear that would achieve the goal in life (us)
need to dump quickly to Paris
where on dreams everywhere the price tag is lower (how so)
need to dump quickly to Paris
reasoning in verse the goal is to decipher the password (yau)
need to dump quickly to Paris
there everyone is immortal or money if only (no to us)
I must get off to Paris as soon as possible.

Verse 1:
Always in pursuit of happiness but it's time to say goodbye to it
no one will catch up there mystery it is like a ship with a seal
which goes to the bottom and pulls there exactly
a person who is ready to give a minimum for the sake of a stamp
promised mountains of gold
the elderly remembered moments and introduced themselves as young again
they are sure that with such experience it is unrealistic to pierce them
but this is a major ant conspiracy
colt at the temple of a baby yes this world is harsh
in it you will see everything like a chef joined the oligarchs
well, or in the area again the local got drunk
regularly outside the city you can find cool
In the ditch, she replaces them with a normal house
ended up in it because an extra zero did not come out in my pocket
anabolics poison only we call money
strangers sat high from below, rubbing shadows.

Verse 2:
Light is visible, perhaps a glimpse of hints
but he shines for those who are far from valor
hid quietly among the qualities of topless
when you can rob not only the soul but also get into the house
the future is in the fog, though it's early for cataracts
tried a bunch of himla but we need sodium
I don’t want to divide people, however, into three
in such shit, wounds will not stop tormenting it is unlikely
this is a reason to get up again
someone in life achieves lam but a hundred words are enough for me
the main thing is not to take it in your mouth but to remain yourself
restrict from a couple of people by establishing a fence there
the fruit in the head will become a desire by making a stronghold
in torture to reach him, problems hit the forehead
bummer, surrendered, and here we sharpen swords
this kind of hip-hop is not like expired shit.