Текст песни Oxxxymiron - miXXXtape II - Darkside

Doubts fly in the morning
My shaved boss, this is their bald mountain.
Soklko more years will be meat and rubilov
And how many more verses about yourself beloved.
I am healthy as a bull, but terminally ill
After all, I have lost the habit of sacred cows, I doba ov
He is the Yagovs, he is the prince of this world, puts a feather in the Adam's apple
Outside the window, under the guise of a city, an abscess is rotting
I cut you with a turbine in my dreams
Not less often than under al zhazira
Masturbating on snuff
I wish death a couple of years of colleges
Couples of rap colleagues and I'm not Bill Cornegie
It all plays into my hands like Bregel
I dream of togawa mbira on this broadcast
Tv Live head of Elvira T
I'm on a genre crisis, not Indiana
But all with the last bit of strength
like a leap into the Delegance from the Derijable
What do you hear with your feet on the rug
allegedly you said that I was blown away
But apparently I’m a lover if
keep my finger on the pulse
And this year I can either be reborn
Or I will bend from convulsions
After all, fuck you, if you don't make a new song
And why a black field ... how ...
Nothing pain flies from the speakers my second album
There will be a standard, either in this, but with a head
you shit or a genius Average is not given
Your migraine ballagan
there is more than a quarter of a century on the head
We walk deep in dark paths
See you, not yet invented