Текст песни ODY - Потерянный рай

Another minute and I'll come down to you baby
You don't have to look for me among hundreds of rooftops
I'm somewhere far away, but I'm definitely stuck in the sky
All because God does not know the holy word in turnips
Are fans sick of me? I asked myself a question
For whom do I pour out my soul, even when on fire
Paradise lost to me is definitely provided with speech
After all, the life of a poet cannot last forever
Those roads that were close to me became strangers
The Blitzkrieg comes and the verse dies
This is not the Stifler in the Pie, but the Green Mile
Lost paradise is a selection that did not give wings
My world has not seen enlightenment for a long time
This bloody landscape is like hip hop singing
It smells like oblivion, with age so little is ordered
I'm like a prisoner in my thoughts - Unrecognized genius
No drug can cure me
It screams inside, and does not want to go back
A demon sits in me, a satyr betrayed me
And he also wants to finish off

Lost paradise will no longer give me a pass
And I'm back with nothing, my soul is empty, but not clean as air

My style is not licked, unlike half MC
I'm that scoundrel from Slytherin and the serpent grows inside
Wanted to drain me to hell as soon as possible
But I dance on your graves like a Broadway musical
They all gave me a year and they say I will become a loss
But I reached the top without selling or live
Yes, the risk is justified and it's much easier for me
Like Zhanna Friske after cancer and watching Brazzers
Yes, I got fat like a redhead from Ivanushki
Yes, he whined on stage like a Grizzly and did not taste victories
And how you didn't want me to be one step ahead anyway
Breaking stereotypes, I kill your army
But it's high time for me to shut up all these speculations of the haters
And force yourself to turn on and on repeat on the player
To bring them down with a word that constantly climbs out
But even with their trunks, I managed to disarm