MURDA KILLA - Cathy Heaven - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Hold your Flax, friend

Squeeze the cross in the palm of your hand, friend

You played in Tripil Six and won the charter in the forest friend

Kidneping is my path, my ax is navigator, your mother in black at a time two three.

When a brilliant Glock you speak only vowels in your mouth.

And every night is a maze of nightmares, a raw ditch of his minotaur.

That bitch howled Riana.

Will not tell the boyfriend where the scars are there

Leading whisper of a raw basement, your gaze is what I missed.

I cook cutlets to the sagawa, for tomorrow it is not derived to make my plans.

I hear the knock of your teeth fuckers, this is not serious,

I sat missing in the forest at the Christmas trees, and looked at the stars.

Growing up in the dark, you will not find out that I am close.

my jeans are all in the grass but the grass is all in my jeans fucking

когда я зашёл заскулила собака

Swamp fog you get lost fuck. I will tell everyone how you cried plaintively,

187 Givitap Masafaka fucking

Accept me a guy, I am like amphetos, it loads and soars you,

The flight home is the most competent varik, a farewell webpank on your avatar.

Antidepressants Analgin and nootropics, if you want to try, flow on the floor of the snot. In my veins, a neuroleptic, in my lungs, fresh euro, a blanket on the floor, she was like Katie Haven ..