Текст песни PHARAON - Russtrell

My hands in the mud of my lungs in style,
We saw the darkness we did not say.
I wanted to achieve them, I dreamed of violence,
But I'm just not the one when the chao was settled.

Five in the morning on the clock and I am as a "sting".
The bits in black pegs are like this shabby.
We collect shit as if it is greed.
You swallow greedily - please bitch.
And on the highway in Ralph Lauren,
Pidoras gave odds.
And tops on china,
Who are you on my background.
You will pussy without having heard this word.
You seen such seen buried in Tuchkovo.
On their trillose attempts, I look so doomed.
And probably it's cool that around everything C * ka in black.
Put money I'm in cupcake,
Putting of girls with through.
We canber essentially I expert,
And not find yourself in this text.