Текст песни Скриптонит - я дарю стил

inside the city, but not dragging physics drags spirit
You'll understand when nezhdanku stick in the ear
desyatza Hapki, seven mokruha
It is not fair because the school he became our friend
Your Kent Lacina or ugah
My Land stinks then mixed with South
I pray that my mom is waiting for lawn and servants
I shouted to my mother smiling couple fed grandchildren
You want to fuck bitches fame
I fucked the trachea and even being dressed like a bum
Here people fuck they know IKSU
yonder goldfinch not cry even when wearing at the knife
I replaced my business to me by my college
but I'm here and not replaced the grass so that you kolish
Right Left brother brother, I do not call it korish
After all, if I remember from Pavlodar
I give to the style of those who had no business
I give to the style of those who had no business
I give to the style of those who had no business
I give to the style of those who had no business

I give to the style of those who had no business
I give to the style of those who had no business
I give to the style of those who had no business
I give to the style of those who had no business

In the background an old rattletrap if on a crocodile
on a black frock coat as in their native style
two papers on the tube tional hangs in Mobile
house as if in a movie about how everyone loved
Money bitch tasty food
you ask God for a beautiful life to it but I'm going to
my town wants to believe and he believes in the rightness
and if hell is here that love us in this hell
do you understand?
boneless and blood we have hatred and love
bundle out