Oxxxxymiron - Дежавю - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Accidental dejaver I lean me back

I will not forget, as suffered over the years.

I do not share my last and this life,

The more you are waiting for, she is capricious.

I'm not Robin Hood, in the wildlings,

The boys live far from gud.

Sketches, like bikes crypt,

On the Kurta Niguda can sentence

If you are not wise.

Walking in the places of victims of fame,

To Petroga, we are getting treated through Slavik.

Peter always famous

Potabacil with Alice.

Catching were and remain sports

Right now lights at the airports.

After all, in her ears before boarding from the Earth, he donates some kind of courts.

In a one-time cup shake bone,

More than I threw in the extreme kone you do not leave. True shovel for which you go on the cable to squeeze your own.

That every choice is dual,

The more Varics and the evil our scheme.

The more they nightmare us,

On green spot, Special Forces shake.

And we are on the Nok smell of Matsy, fry yourself. Chorus: [x2]

I dejaulle my past threw back, I will not forget how he suffered at the breakdown of so many years. I do not share my own and this life, the more you are waiting for, the one is capricious.

I am lost in space and time,

Transfer from the eve of the kingdom and tribe. Wanderings with time, between the worlds are so dangerous,

I do not take out Mackey away from the stirru.

I have never been a street dog or a homemade cat,

Disable a person's personal variety.

I will be the first who personally could do a book move, but not a series of extra words.

They say I am kinderous - stop !!! Is it so??? Put on an anatomical table,

Prepare your offshore outlet.

What do you see ?? Solo, practically nonsense

And you are at least nephrisos,

I am simple as three rubles, ask Rigos!

For me, the Ingrie is holy land, like Zenitians yes,

And squeak, ask Vitos. I have been told, - "To bonded neher,

You zadrota, your sense to throw fuck.

Give the scoreboard, and how loh on the track,

This is a rushing, and your Flea is throwing.

"This is a diploma, these are students, and I am a teacher,

It is not a ghetto, not reggae, not drags.

Pthaha says I do not have rap,

Okay, in my rap there is no Ptahi !!

Whatever I was naked, then I stuff my track, it will be shuffling about it.

How much, just honestly

What was accepted here here I declared canonical.

Brø is not my party nickname,

But I am Samulatically, you are not free for cash for free, on the battle, I go skipping to sleep on sick-sick, like Sarah and Kinchev.

UPS, Besa, jet, up-down without a trampoline, how much they will give for your release,

Without cheating, smelting that inside the weight of the pension.

And how many MS to Grepovena my crap here,

Well, ka "...?".

I am going to the city grow around me from under the ground, like 3D model

And I do not know where the boohovnitsa,

But I believe in them waterproof powder.

Rap for us is not chanson nogovicky

Rap is under the sky robust city.

Five years ago I was Nishchebrud in the capital,

Three years, as everyone expects an album. Soon!!!

I was called the guest to Fitch, but Oxy on the bit of someone else's pile, like at home !!!