Текст песни Vinch The Nervy - Почернело небо

Night, eyes dry in front of the screen,
But all in his attention buried his nose in the notebook
In search of the necessary params, which will give a lot of khaip
Half of the Lbov will be fed by earning this title
But somewhere 1 out of 5 texts on the mix
They are worthwhile
The rest fly to the basket, I seem to Jordan
I throw it once again, but I merged in the game with Detroit
Black Ink on White Sheets
Curve handwriting and blots in unnecessary places
But, while the plaks give up something to write to write
I kill the brain with work up to 3 on the clock
And a week for a week something comes out
As the series "New Series every Tuesday"
I do not hear that they yell into my ears, like "silent!"
But at night they sleep, and I will hunt like wolves

Insomnia, although smoked heaven
At this moment to give my nerves
The brain collects strings like LEGO
Litres ink will not envy rivers

Spin starts to cheating
3 nights, but I still did not go to bed
May fall from fatigue by stone on the table
And everyone will hear this creative thunder
Tea Glass, like an elixir of health
I am calm with him and I still remember a little
They are leaving for a river. In the morning, my table is full
Rhymes, texts, but again and they do not stand
But the brains will not stop
I need to produce something in order not to become a lack of
Somehow save yourself from this crazy world
With his insane picture of the red palette
Ink Istral has already liters for this confession, prayers
Call it, as you want, but you can not imagine how much to write a steep verse is difficult