Rasta Atlant - Заебали мусора - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

These jokes are fucked up, there are golden eagles or amons everywhere, fuck these backgrounds, these techniques? Tell me, it’s weird when I see these motherfuckers, they fucking fucked up the garbage, they won’t leave the hike alone, there’s no time, that’s the problem, it’s not just true, there are no other options, there’s no way back, as always I’ll be killed and somewhere get lost from the garbage - in order not to get caught, in order to stay alive you need to spin and tense up and then somehow move on, the main thing is not to make a mistake, the main thing is not to stumble and not end up in the hospital, if necessary, there is something to treat, a couple of cans in order to get fucking high he'll be killed in the trash, then he'll charge himself with a stripe and run off somewhere, cut off the pipe so that no one gets through, then turn it on and call his brother, he'll go to the machine with him to get high to be inadequate and eat pizza on the way out, then he'll roll a joint, set it on fire, heal it , smoke, get killed again in the trash, this is what I think is an asshole and not a hindrance to garbage guys, do you have any questions? This is Draga, I answer right away in any situation, the truth is there are no lies here, do you understand? or stupid? if yes, here's my hand, if no, here's my leg no, no nonsense, I repeat, this is the truth, pure as water, like marijuana from a cap, like white from a card, yes, that’s how things are, but it’s not worth a damn, but I’m in these troubles until the end of my life after all, there’s a lot to tell, it’s just a pity that life is irrevocable, she’s alone on a beautiful day, bam and there’s no fucking thing, what did you strive for, for whom did you try, what did you achieve, everything disappeared instantly, but my faith is alive and I’m still living one day in front, I don’t look at the front, I don’t make a wish and for this I live, I smoke something, I do something stupid, I write, I swing, no, I download rap, I do it, I use it, I know I’m not improving, I continue to repent once again, but I’m still killing myself with smoke, as I said, I liked it and for some reason I don’t worry about it better I'll get better with a fat jar as I sit and smile, I try not to carry crap in my pocket, I'm careful of trash, I see their faces, I quickly quietly wash away, and I'm no longer paranoid or stressed about my problems, I'm getting rid of my problems, hiding from people with shoulder straps, I'm quietly killing myself and I’m not worried at all, I’ll go and get better!!!