Nauseous - Гены Крысы - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

From an economic point of view, it is unprofitable to be friends with you. You, a friend of a bad level, I need friends, type of major. And a lot is to me from you?

Zero prospect in me

Friends are not profitable for friends

Everyone has self -interest, through money

And I'm an empty friend, without dowry

Well, excuse me, what am I

"We went to the cigarette.

Hanging, we’ll hum on the rug "

And fuck it I need?

Oh well, yes, I will not forget about Anton

Three pieces should I gandon

Yes, I would be happy to give them to

But he does not need them

He wants to squeeze me under himself

Not a bro, go to the SES

Your lawyers, communications - "one call decides"

Your life - "in five hundred bucks permits"

Yes Lord, do not mix me

I'm sick of you and how I

Could call a friend of Pidaras

And SMS, how can I help you

No!

Economic rat and bastard

Yes huli, let's Popizdi

Put me by the savement

Believe me, fuck me, really

Let this track, over the network

Will reach all your

What are you from Crisa genes