Romires Mc - Не лечи - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I have a fog in my head, and fuck how much I didn’t yell there, an infectious mind, or stupidly, environment, addict, the schedule of these days I stupidly passed, it remained to spit in your ears or wrap my boys, combustible smoke in the middle of the deserts, so that at all Normally, it broke the bar and rushed through our sky through, spread his hands apart, do not look at us otherwise as if you did not understand all this kneading. And everyone counted the steps to the house, consumers, coma, sheets, ink, platforms, I drive to speed, to the clinic of the nearest, promotional shirts, aiboliths, injections, procedures and brackets of fucking. Do not squint me, shone with schizophrenia while he drove himself forever, I would never become the same as because of you, but I would be sore and enough.

You do not treat my head, leave those alone, because I was the right thing, far from blind, brother in different cities, sometimes breaks me when the eyelids are closed against myself before the fuck, and my wild grouse cuts out instantly into the sips of the pizdabols, I tear out all the lies , I do not look like them, I hold the truth of the bet, don’t even think of burning bonfires, catch a message from the columns.

And then the apartments are quiet, everyone lay down in the morning, a second turnover takes the brains behind the hill, return the light to me that inside it will illuminate the incentive to move along the flat path or not to go to. Again, the wretched span brings sideways, somewhere on the mobile I hear, fucking, understand what kind of city, millions of streams, frauds of reproaches, we drain the documents fly to the sky.

It is not at all problematic, they were freed from captivity of heavy faces and accumulations, barbiturates and hairdries, gloomy areas, passions, scammers, news, only a pure world remained, and under the feet of a show -off!