Текст песни lantame - самый странный рэпер

through the open window, will release plumes of smoke
open my soul collapsed
Stepping to a whore, naive first-grader
and my broad gesture of greeting, as well other than its long

two cap score to forget
like the moon and the night, and I hate the person
and this track is not about love, so just pure banter
how can there be love when you do not feel for her feelings

Now because it is fashionable to write about it
so here I am also probably the only reason why I write
I have the strangest rapper in this city
I often hear for yourself, talk here

a box with matches again, remind me who I am
the same type in the shower, blow up again this city
fill out a cry, prophetic whisper out of the ground
and I will go when they do not come up with a rhyme