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No incurable, at the top will not take place

Gave shit in response to taking copied the shaft

Do not blow into the ears, your wound has become a pit

Mom Forgiveness Son a little man ruined early

Your idol all the way was Tony Montana,

Now you are controlled by Manda BLA

You say without any problems would you

And looked at him he like you but without

Here as a screws need to spin around the axis

And then screw screws into the lids and in the grave

Everyone dreams to be there something in your pocket, do not stretch the maslist on a velvet sofa

So as not to Rvanin Dima but remain spiritual

And a cross with a finger on the show and under the shirt on the neck so that against the girl and not the slateak in the citizen will not be at the entrance and an old man in pajamas

Ottered yes not looted lingerie

So that in a saucepan on the plate languid milk

Not skinnigning and native child

You wait I will take enough sight I will go

There is a golden horde in salad yellow

I would like the neck of Gillette

Although Cunt is with a magic stick

How nehuy fuck raise real grandmas

Rassed him to the right and left

But before each week it would not wind nerves

Was sure to please them

Adjusting life under the bitches but I'm not so raised

I'm at the table at the studio on a wooden chair

Not on the skin sofa covered elastic

My house is not a cottage of an elite area

Cabinet with clothes in the know I do not chase the fashion

Not born in the ingots but everything will be cool

The main thing is to leave me not to confuse

Otherwise it happened that I understood understood

Did not understand others confused died

Chorus:

No incurable, at the top will not take place

Gave shit in response to taking copied the shaft

Do not blow into the ears, your wound has become a pit

Mom Forgiveness Son a little man ruined early [2x]

Again in love my dreams I am swimming in the winter

Again waiting until spring she gives me a stimulus

I am the coast of power on the shores of beautiful

Where waves melt past there wearing a tina

Let me now don't heal these feelings

You are for me warmly thanks Mrs. Art

It was so skillfully noodles very tasty

Now evening with feeling with arrangement, sadness

Your decree no more than a couple of lines

Smoking will kill in the dark it sculpts points

Brew coffee tightly one this evening

I know time treats but cook for the Republic.

Chorus:

No incurable, at the top will not take place

Gave shit in response to taking copied the shaft

Do not blow into the ears, your wound has become a pit

Mom Forgiveness of the son, a little thing ruined early.