Текст песни Максим Винтер - первый на шестом

I remember "rap to the grave" - ​​other nonsense
the scene clips money prophesy to me
three and a half people, earlier at night won
I put parts of myself in the songs, now there is nothing.

but I probably haven't written anything for a hundred years
in the kitchen next to the cat froze, leafing through the minus
thoughts on the sheet would be sketched, as if tangentially
the muse is not gone forever - I will definitely get it

past rap is not an indicator, race for chimera
disappeared from your playlists? knock on wood
but where are my manners? why do you need these examples
and all those songs that you wrote? will be lost

on the conveyor my creativity is unlikely to work
but I know it's somewhere here, stay with me for an hour
fewer references and quotes, no ripped punch
I will not pump your hands on cell ringtones

here I will buy a T-shirt for one hundred rubles. adob edition
kid, what did you forget on the battle? go home.
The entertaining world of internet-mixes is cheerful and cruel.
Hello everyone. Max Winter. The first is the sixth.