Текст песни L.Z. Белые - Пианист

Funny pianist fucks paloshes
By the keys of the abandoned tool of school
hurt you?
no guys hurt me
I want to go out
But I do not have coins
Here you will rap:
talent?
it seems not needed and for nothing
loot?
That's what the puddle of the flock
I saw a lot like fire fighters stew fires
Kadymoya
But I do not want to be bobzh
I do not want to be a soldier and I do not want a worker
I am a pianist, hands fall down
When they give a shovel and say "work" what life?
this is my sector prize
I did not expect such surprises
I'm not a surrender and did not lend
always system
Always among the dogs
which need a micro, handle and notebook
you smiled fucking that i don't pianist
How not a trite but I am a poet of concrete walls
I'm sorry if I missed something, I want to stir up their dumplings
L.Z. White

And if you are such a pro, I am pussy in profile
My rhyme with myth like ciga with a coffe
Do not
I am aimed with a frozen since childhood
Serving Rosia and Figu put on the heart
And if interesting
Listen these songs, I can handle at least under the Dram And Base Damn
Although under polka
I am an artist from underpal
But I love my music
Solly on a table
and in clubs under vodka under the stretch or in sniff
About all matters briefly in two words
Together with the sister of the talent we tell you
About all drives that he will be from there from where?
I do not know myself but I think about it
the signal goes in my way away from the sky where it from the sky and falls into the veins

L.Z. White