Текст песни Underground - minus

tell me for the area if there is something to say
here the boys from the outskirts are digging you your mother
One love with your feeders to the fots of the biks and courses
Cosmonaut on babes we go on heads
Invinas here Aaaa vryatly you will find yourself
I'm in the subject of the third year but far from the helm
So far, the fishers are blowing and rapac read in clubs
What would earn on the micro I on the area of ​​pizdil pipe
spool yourself out
I go under the morning and wake up somewhere to dinner
Climb into my pockets, you will find something there
But I will not give there to join Rather for the fuck
Matchdow or Track fuck what to shake to the house
on the paddy Nakhapany waiting for the rest
Dry lips not because you want to drink
I'm so tired of this life but not tired of talking