Крип-а-Крип feat. D.Masta - Автопилот - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Yesterday I turned someone's holiday into a nightmare, I overindulged and organized my own march of dissenters,

I sang along with everyone so ugly, it seemed like a piece of foam was being rubbed against glass.

The Americans were singing, the words that I sang, neither a speech therapist nor an associate professor of foreign languages ​​could understand,

I sent everyone with the middle finger to the wrong place, it was like a video sequence "Don't be shy".

I broke a vase, scattered all the peanuts, aiming at those around me, shouting that I was Andre Agassi,

Wherever I was, I left a hundredweight of dirt, any sanitary and epidemiological station fainted.

I was inadequate, like in "Fear and Loathing" or in a comedy where Zach Galifianakis

I appeared in the guise of a f**ker, everyone celebrated with champagne when I ran away.

But before the door slammed behind me, I managed to burp out a Beethoven Sonata,

Go into the restroom - everything was flooded there, it was as if the walls were being watered with a fire hose.

Probably, they had never seen me like this before, I remember everything in fragments, like a filmstrip

And it's still a mystery to me, how did I get home in such a state? That's the question.

Autopilot, autopilot, autopilot, autopilot

When you've turned off your brain, to zero, the autopilot will help you crawl to the deadline.

Autopilot, autopilot, autopilot, autopilot

When you've turned off your brain, to zero, the autopilot will help you crawl to the deadline.

Autopilot, when it's not clear: alive, dead, when you're a zombie,

When you've felt the power of what you've drunk - you're knocked down by it, when you've smoked a haystack with one nose.

Autopilot, when one thought: home, when in the blood a mix: alcohol, coke,

Speed, wheel, peyote cactus, only autopilot will help you find your way.

Not everyone has this ability, but if asked, I raised my hand, like Kostya Dzyu

And more than once I returned on autopilot, scaring passers-by, penetrated the living space.

On autopilot distances are insignificant, I had a b*tch, it was like a bench press,

On autopilot all obstacles pshh, air, turned on the button, Zombie mode, autopilot.

Autopilot, autopilot, autopilot, autopilot

When in cabbage soup, to zero, turned off the brain, will help to crawl on time autopilot.

Autopilot, autopilot, autopilot, autopilot

When in cabbage soup, to zero, turned off the brain, will help to crawl on time autopilot. The most fucked up guy is D.masta, am I drunk? Your mother, I'm in meat!

Bad Santa, every day is a holiday, crazy *sex das ist fantastisch.

Digi Dima, second name is Lover, they cum under me like from a machine gun,

She takes it in her mouth whole, brother, and makes a super combo with her tongue.

I fly high, the flight of the navigator, she flies with me, we are fucked

And even if I'm completely fucked, I'll see it through to the end, like a living vi*rator.

This is just fantastic, your mother, I can't believe it, I'm in a *ss from myself

If we f*ck, it means she's a bomb, I sting her between the legs - a cobra

Autopilot, autopilot, autopilot, autopilot

When in shchi, to zero, the brain is turned off, the autopilot will help to crawl on time.

Autopilot, autopilot, autopilot, autopilot

When you've gone nuts, turned off your brain, autopilot will help you crawl to the deadline.