Текст песни Грубый Гамми - Чувствую бит

I sit in the sky and broadcast in shout
Cool, fiercely fells complacently rude
Morning lit my source
I understand for whom I am the most stringent critic

Not a healthy movement matures in the body
I'm on the periphery myself, closest to the wall
Resting on the sofa on the balcony in the summer
Shutting my eyes gone with the wind

On the network I fly to the new world in my hands
Gray look color conceals its science
I told myself to search and not search for a reason
Give a head start to a crane, release a tit

There were bad people spitting at the feet
They threw a word in the back.
Among their own were strangers, had already cooled down
I lightly past such shots single

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More than before, feel a bit
Coughing out laughter, stopped
From the bottom is not afraid to fly to the bottom
Fly to the bottom, to the bottom.
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Look down into the clouds to fly
All my money will hide a glass
Behind me, the backpack is far from clean.
You didn't know me, I was just sleeping

I sit in the sky and broadcast in shout
Cool, fiercely fells complacently rude
Morning lit my source
I understand for whom I am the most severe critic.