Цена Смеха feat. Дрим, Американский, C.A.S Beatz - Давай поговорим - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

We are what we are known for. Clean on the outside, but painted on the inside. A primitive form of life. Giving meaning to what once was loudly shit out. Long prowled, gave us a reason. Dipped by the scruff of the neck into the murkiest pool. And let's dream that you will be remembered. And your lawlessness. By whom were you sent to us? Just like a bolt from the blue. And from the frightening depths of the internet. How not to become a bargaining chip here. But I somehow don't give a shit, that's not the whole point. It's what you eat. Our ancestors passed it on to us from the Vedas. Yes, shit-eater. Here he is, the source of all problems. Suddenly found. Found this info on a left-wing website. If you see evil, don't touch it. Now you know, suffer! This is your burden, your stronghold. You thought I was Osho, but that's porn. Caviar ripens at the bottom of a pond. Only the hum of paranoia in doorways. Fear sounds and has no end or edge. I won't shake the hand of a lesser brother. The illusion of open choice leads to deep sadness. Then, alone in silence, you shrug. Hanging in a long wait for the beginning. I don't know what the cow was mooing about. I was ruined by gusts of laziness. Rubbish couples, paranormal phenomena. My breath is knocked out, my knees are shaking. Rehabs are full of colleagues. Blatkhats are teeming with healers. Such faces should be hit with logs. For the general spirit and to lift the mood. Red Bull blew up, raised my blood pressure. Anton Manson is now in monosterio. In a mess with demons on the same stage. It's hot from Samara. Hip-hop martyrs will give you a dressing down. The culprits of the beer putsch are before you. In the afternoon. Fortune telling on the thick soup At night Faith in a bright future It is defiled by the present Put a box of vodka on the table Better hide the silverware Everywhere Lizards are crawling In the end Only milfs need it Where have you seen such a thing There are only faggots around Singing along A rapper without a libido and a name I burst out laughing They are from the diarrhea Right on the fly in the industry They made it up Let me drown in my truth like a manul in the forests of Siberia It's all because You deceived yourself and everyone who was near I'm watching the reaction to understand exactly if I can trust you These are not exactly games, rather you'll confuse my name I'll bend my line The earth is covered in frost Thoughts are heavier than a kettlebell and we're diving This is remission Stop thinking about ghosts Life will prepare surprises And I don't need pills to get high Dry yourself off, you spilled yourself The idea languishes how to set boundaries The string stretches So much philosophy again I can't sleep Again The puppeteer pulls the strings. Hungry children of Haiti. Excuse me, are you being rude to me? A broken kaleidoscope won't show us those events. A pendulum of time for amateurs. Sounds convincing. Is it you or are you thanking your parents? How amazing! A car drives itself without a driver.