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The romance of the city, spat on the courtyard.

My opponents are my scurry Kent and Batle Hannesses,

Experiments with the liver.

solid staph, which is still rushing,

But he makes me some kind of polite, the ice inhaled - "frosty freshness."

Torgashi echpochmaki, casual by the type "Cash for the hash",

In my area, they usually do not drink Teshka,

Squeeze the lighter tight, in the area of ​​the chick terrible,

as well as always, fucking, but you remember then

We took 8 battles of dietary supplements, looking at the center of each cockade.

fear of only hard labor and die in a boring routine of salaries,

whores, costs, and to blame the drags in any way -

This is just a variety of our boring classes, days.

And how this love raised me like a lifting tap

and lowered it, putting the non -blessed fatalics,

you look at me, I am like this mechanism in minecraft

I will not find a place for myself.

I can pee, read and leave,

Sending things to the background,

My paraglider wants to go home, and my drove wants to piss

Well, then stop.

what to wander back and forth, as a shaking from an elephant ran,

When I learned the whole truth.

you know?

it turned out

Everything is not as simple as it turned out

The baby will catch the very little one from the words of Pahan.

Why put pressure on pity?

Why suffer someone at all?

And what remained here?

Remember how we wanted to see

Boring films in the visa.

curling iron, two thousand seventh, hip-hop

Scatter our love by zeros, hip-hop gives my years,

hip-hop teaches incomparably fucking in the mouth

Hip-hop will save

When you are under Liser in the lake, he will give you an oar.

He is your friend, you can trust him everything.

With romance, but without Phil, even on airplanes.

Somehow I can’t believe that this is only mine

and in general it is time to stop fuckers, it is necessary

become a person, pin a job

stop spending money on cigarettes and

Return home at the bucket

minimum.

natural endorphins in Gorlo,

Even in the bed there is more than on the balcony in the vodnik.

Running lines talk about the metro

in which there may be bombs,

And all my bombs are blown up, I found a man among the orcs

and fell in love, unrequitedly, but specifically

And without memory, it is such a feeling

like you are in ahui, but you cannot believe, understand

Bratan,

This is a fucking life to try to click with a boomerang.

Throw, there, back, yellow,

red, gray, blue, white,

Black-black spots

"I must tell you that we do not want to conquer any cosmos at all. We want to expand the Earth to its borders. We do not know what to do with other worlds. We do not need other worlds. We need a mirror. We fight over contact, and never We will find him. We are in the stupid position of a man torn to the goal that he is afraid of, which he does not need. "

Throw, there, back, yellow,

red, gray, blue, white,

Black-black spots