Текст песни Chameleon ft. Белый Томми - Два

For a moment, what was left out
I was in the trash until the end caps fingered
Against the drug, but under most solid I
Thoughts rod idea how -That navyaschevo
Please primitive is under our style
Through a micro tear, right from the first line
You can better give the guy show
Imagination mirages so on Prostu fry
Just not changed the old appearance,
But still, the same and types
You're in the subject seem more gray spoon
Smoke break in a seat, smoke flying again
Slightly covered, rested on the ceiling
Uporotyh remove the rap from these regions
I know what it is, this would be like calling
Opportunities do not have faces, rhymes flow
This subway is not enough as it feeds
The impregnated her, but the evil is closer to spring
In the words of the gap, there is no time for jokes
Couples with the same composition with the same odor
Right hand is chained to the microphone, in the salt
Shas can not sleep, and I warmed fantomnik
Letters to write, I send conventions in the label
Without a rare error, rarity is often the case, our role our art