RYABCHEVSKIH - Кубики - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I'm taking pills again

Because I'm sick

Just like you

We're not on good terms

Totally nuts

Psychoanalysts

We don't even drink

But we're into politics

I get tattoos

My arms are all inked

I don't hit for show

I only hit out of boredom

Montana on my bat

Naruto on my hand

Fuck anime, wait

But it looks cool

Yeah, I'm very weird

But not because I'm wearing a helmet

I work like a donkey in a factory

I chamfer

Once I couldn't believe

That Sasha Pushkin is God

Our philologist sobbed loudly

And told me that I was oh

Bought myself sneakers

To tramp around Detroit

But white guys

They destroyed me, yeah

Getting a slap on the wrist

Because I'm from Russia

I wanted to tell them everything

But they forgot to ask me

Ooooh, what's the text It's over, I guess I need to come up with something. Aaah, I'm so lazy. I wish someone would write me lyrics. Do you have one? Oh, no, oh well, let's freestyle now...

The lights started flashing.

We were on our block.

We were carrying packs.

And running away.

Throwed in a couple million.