Кухня - фасовка - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Threw it like dice, and picked it up again.

Not a day without it, raids, cashing out.

Stripes, sold out, glitter like stars.

Everything you were looking for.

Bitches and grown-ups.

Big and flat.

Same poverty, but in gloss. The poison hasn't changed me.

No pussy, no cash.

What were we missing?

I would have continued to hustle at the packaging.

And my fucking family used to sleep on benches, at bus stops.

Why the fuck are you here if you're just dead weight, and I don't give a shit how much your sneakers cost.

You use it up your nose, but tell everyone you're a Rasta. What, are you going to start shooting up? In the end, there are mountains of them, not just a handful.

Flashing lights, sticks in the wheels

Almalin, Boston

Fog your brain, and think less about how you'll always be a teenager inside

Stupid, but grown-up

Nothing can fill it - if it's empty, that feeling

Any bullshit is called art these days