Текст песни Голден Майк feat. СанШайн - Панацея

Napoleon Bonoparte it is clear that he was still a bastard
Jaman, I read about your plan at school, bro
nigga Aktun? blown out too
but will break off the most serious was the Soviet
(indisputable)
without porn we shoot videos
put your fingers in a square
sitting on the windowsill
like looking into the lens with a square
eyes like grapes lips bow
this activity is rolling to us
how math rolls (motto) hypotenuse rolls 50 times a day dirty fanatic
how bald uncle rolls to wear a scarf
to wipe the sweaty pubis or rather the frontal stream
the world out of the window is dim as a sketch
brain gray
and to save it I need wax
so or
a couple of packs of tobacco
a couple of cans of beer for later
I will preserve in smoke and alcohol
representative representative representative is not a style but
but I also want to look stylish
you won't see me with your head up
I rarely fly in the clouds my name is herbal broth
with a microphone on stage I rap on the topic in a cool outfit like fifti I have never stood
on posters in the city center for a juicy occasion, too, did not hang not for me
I live in Stockholm on the roof in Carlson's house
to be honest, kid, don't fuck it here
smoking ... and besides, I will complain
dripping from the rooftops right onto the pillow on my nose
I will still drown in my sleep
Carlson bitch with drunk borzet became fuck
and while he was sleeping I poured sugar into his tank
it did not wind up for a long time and landed hard
(world)
his grave is clearly visible from this roof

There are no fairy tales, the world is rather dirty and cruel nah
There are no fairy tales, people often go out the windows
There are no fairy tales, but I am miracles and rap is yes
There are no fairy tales, rap and miracles and the rest is dust, water