Oh, let it go, I don't need this bitch
I and my hepatitis, and we don't give a fuck about the truth
Remember, there will be no problems, bro
The force does not hit the son, the force is in the compromises
I grew up with people who explain everything only in maths
While you murmur with your, we are all on the move
We are waiting for a call from a bitch of exact coordinates
What the fuck, you are a bunch of morons
I know, they will know me, I will be on the posters
I know everything and I remember everything, almost, almost by dates
There are cops in your circle, you shouldn't be a brother
You asked for help, I just sent it to fuck
After all, life is honest, catch everyone by the car, boomerang
Let me explain to you, for all the bullshit
What is the difference between the street and the avenue
Everyone who explains something there, I don't blame you
I fucking love music so much, I'll marry you on it
This is Murmansk, drink, so your soul freezes
Fuck the morons, better listen to yourself
I brought you weed, bro, listen
From my smoke, you don't need a fucking weapon
Everyone doesn't give a fuck who is inside and appreciates who is outside
From the ground to the moon, the hat of the best
We are the best, what I said, digest, don't choke on your ears
I'm a fag, it's you, and no, you are not French
Go fuck yourself if you don't like my tracks
I've been in this shit for a long time and I've been holding on for five days
Give me just five minutes to find out about the man
What does he breathe, who did he smoke with and what is in his priority
From an early age, I buy out for the word, for the word
It's too early, I don't give a fuck about the cops who see
I will never be silent about the mana, because my mana is ready
Fuck, fuck the wallets, because the money is strictly in my pockets
These fuckers push me for morality, teach me life
I can't imagine how many times they told you
Say the word, if I smoke shit
Look, bro, don't get jealous, I'm spreading for the bazaar
Just don't spray your pants, can you fix it or not?
Show me who asked you, while you were writing I love
I loved to go into it, where you were and what you were doing
What kind of questions, moron, I did as I did and I will change the dislocation