Текст песни KELTT feat. MR.AGRES - Кислород

KELTT:
a little smoke under the rain
I miss the filter life through self
more than one ending in a thriller and melodrama
yet not a few thoughts in my cardiogram

asphalt lacerations with epaulets traps
in truth force, though empty pockets
naebos drums charges retribution
mat crying and broken bones from in trauma

eye for the boys at an entrance light potuhnul
a long time without thinking of running a knife in the kitchen
no rules bitch grin that did not happen
tell me where you have seen justice

people like the exchange rate falling prices rise
quietly watch that sell nalevayut
Remember who is the brother from whom weekdays fly
Eat until you are first eaten

rates soared among this false freedom
buhaya bitch will not make a happy life
Sweat has silently gaining momentum
and the music is not only pull the plug

Chorus:
Where is - Where is the other way around
cigarette in the morning, will turn
the sky - the sky we podazhdёt
while the music adds oxygen

MR.AGRES
my oxygen is nicotine a couple of packs a pair of puff
I drive a smoke cloud in the lungs
minute raslabon dissolves fuss
problems on the background sitting smoke

Music is my engalyator when it is difficult to breathe
They say freedom is but want to escape
We have a lot of ways but few options
bunch opa networks got bunks and back court

I wanted money wealth bullet in the head
thought but loyal floss bag over his head
yet learned to live began to hate life
I said hold on but was beaten hands down skidyvaya

My life was breaking but less than many people do not argue
wounds heal scars hide under clothing
and only music from the problems oddalyaet
keeping afloat despite the roll

this is my Energy invigorates
my nano world where fairy tale becomes a true story
notes privroaayu in oxygen interfering with the smoke
roslabon fishing under these rhythms