Текст песни ТГК ft.Твердый Мики - Забываю

City door, swearing, smoke ..
.. Hero .. stairs, value integrity.
Shouts, brands, painting on window
Word not a sparrow, so variable all.

I pour. Fire, water, air, breath
Less overboard, music for one hundred percent.
The table, on it water. Cars are,
The same tent next to a series of people.

Attic, balcony, elevator, phylum. Like not got involved,
Kettle boiling on a hot plate in his hallway types.
Fruit Pull, rasprobuet. Amnesia. Through meter tram
We got in a row right at the junction.

Years, hours, days. In the fire burn,
I loved everything that affects my mind.
City on the evening left me mottle,
Hooley, fell. Again, I forget everything.

Forget there are days. He eats the flames,
From a smoke bouncers at a distance.
In the minds of all the figures were reversed,
Even so it was. Then I forget.

Forget there are days. He eats the flames,
From a smoke bouncers at a distance.
In the minds of all the figures were reversed,
Even so it was. Then I forget.

We etoe your Stopudoviy thriller
Viewed .. on the balcony. They ate, drank Miller.
Jura ordered the hall polutorametrovy killer
Minus a couple of bongs that have grown up in Moscow.

We are sitting at headquarters, waiting. Diller rides
Sensimilya always in trend, will respond.
She loves rap, she loves money
I recalled one of my friend.

The room was filled with a white cloud,
Semi-soft, we go deep under the water.
Columns Doga Dog, aerobics on TV
Metro does not go a long time, we are here for a long time, a campaign.

Do you like blowing, listening to hip-hop? It is fashionable,
But we do not change clothes in cold weather.
In scorching hell and hungry time,
Arrange .. give up hardcore.

TGC at the microphone, I kayfovo
Give my greetings to Lefortovo here such.
Today, as it should,
Today, all at home.

Snout in the stash, stash in a pack
The pack in the glove compartment, bardachek in a wheelbarrow.
On the patch at Pyaterochka, from cars to the barrel
Barrels in the chops, meat balls on the lines.

Tights three points terochki, beer, three brown
Snow-covered streets, dressed Christmas trees.
Needles to the needles along the roads,
My little world ... ...

All smooth, all healthy, all health
In Lefortovo Force both Kamarova.
My opinion - in a good mood slows down aging,
So I feel like a fucking now.

Well, the fire add Haslam to not extinguished
Do not fall out of the puzzle. And do not be late tomorrow.
Well, all in touch, come on. Life is Beautiful.
The fire add Haslam to not extinguished.

Do not fall out of the puzzle. And do not be late tomorrow.
Well, all in touch, come on. Life is Beautiful.
The fire add Haslam to not extinguished.

Here, everything is known, which will bring
close the room is empty again in the spring.
His style is dense morning bucket
On the table. Down and repeat.

Tuesday, Wednesday, Saturday - choose from seven
We arrived. See how time off.
Pure adrenaline transitions rhymes
The timbre of the voice full of plus wake up to.

All stable. There were, and there will be
As the brick wall at the distillery.
These epics without consequences, we multiply,
On hot Volochaevka here at all.

Pounding, but somewhere in the bushes grow
Stupor parried a good portion of the smoke.
Thanks to him, our son fiction
.. Return please the prospect.

Forget there are days. He eats the flames,
From a smoke bouncers at a distance.
In the minds of all the figures were reversed,
Even so it was. Then I forget.

Forget there are days. He eats the flames,
From a smoke bouncers at a distance.
In the minds of all the figures were reversed,
Even so it was. Then I forget.