Текст песни maslёnock - в кармашке куртки

Spontaneously discovered spring weave
In the pocket of a trendy leather jacket
Rappers rattled, ducks quacked
Not beer, not vodka, we observed a day
With a hangover fun ideas thoughts
Jump out of pocket like mice
Like a barrel and snare from a drum machine
Flashes right and left flashes
Breathing air on an industrial footpath
In the area of ​​consciousness misses
Old seeds and nuts
With a Jew’s trick, they hid in a pocket
As well as papers and tickets
And all kinds of gum
Magic scrolls and booklets
You won’t be able to get off with a gasoline
About silly local flora and fauna
Then sleep or sit down in the sauna
Or you will later fuck, or you will live later
Don't let yourself feel like cattle

Fuck rap about kafka
I want a rap about a jacket

Not my mother’s jacket, but my father’s sweater
Mostly people hide their mental clitoris
Manages to feel a bit
Through a bunch of rags from kindergarten to college
All labels and social brands.
Say no to a bunch of happy endings
Say zero likes on all posts
Let's say dead, not me, but you
After all, a fig in your pocket can be
Yuri will blow, I will live
That is, to purge, not to choke
I will not have 228 in my pocket
But there is an article, there is a report
About who sucks
All sorts of nasty uncles with money
Gossip I will not breed here with you
I will tell you only about the Oka style
Jesus rag and ultra violence
Imperial habits and flashbacks from Vietnam
That's what awkwardly fell out of your pocket