Текст песни SHARK-ONE - Сон наяву
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куплет 1:
У меня в паре слепой лесоруб - валит наобум,
Я - филолог-обувщик, тебя граммотно обул.
Пру против теченья как застройщик плотины,
Не швея, но тоже хочу, чтоб за строчки платили
Здесь ты не прижился, будто грузчик писклявый в порту,
Ведь слушать тебя словно блевать с кляпом во рту.
Лучше бы очки напялил, как фанат Давидса,
Погляди на свою шею: там канат давится.
За свой музыкальный вкус в Голландии борись, но верь.
Я слушаю Dead by April, твой кумир Борис Апрель.
За твой язык тебя на площади спалит народ
Пояс верности тебе пора напялить на рот.
Чтоб понять, что твой стиль говно Не надо рекомендаций.
Мой совет: тебе пора давно где-то там в реку кидаться.
Где хребет твой? Ты тряпка половая многим.
Хочешь забить гол, но я подкатом поломаю ноги
припев:
Бойся ночного кошмара
Снова ты ноешь, как шмара.
Правду скажи себе пока нас нет
Не надо жить будто ты во сне.
куплет 2:
С подачей лок дога говори, что ты у нас тру
Ты настолько вял, что некрофил тебя принял за труп.
Может медитация? по тебе плакал Тибет.
Найду ветеринара, пусть он лечит собаку в тебе.
Сфоткай корову. Зачем? План не без толку прям
Это твой последний шанс сказать, что ты телку снял
Соперник понял всё, пакует где-то вещи он
Мне приснилось, что я выйграл баттл - это вещий сон
verse 1:
I have a blind lumberjack in the pair - it stings at random,
I am a philologist-shoemaker, you grammotno shod.
Pro against techenya as a developer of the dam,
Not a seamstress, but I also want to pay for the lines
Here you did not get accustomed, as if the loader squeaky in the port,
After all, listening to you like to puke with a gag in your mouth.
It would be better to put on glasses, like a fan of Davids,
Look at your neck: there the rope chokes.
For your musical taste in Holland, fight, but believe.
I listen to Dead by April, your idol Boris April.
For your language you in the square will be burned by the people
Belt of loyalty, it's time for you to get on your mouth.
To understand that your style of shit No need for recommendations.
My advice: it's high time for you to throw yourself into the river somewhere.
Where is your ridge? You're a rag to many.
You want to score a goal, but I will break my legs
chorus:
Afraid of a nightmare
Again you whine like a squirt.
Tell us the truth while we are gone
Do not live like you're in a dream.
verse 2:
With the filing of the Loka Doga, say that you are working with us
You are so weak that you took a necrophilic for a corpse.
Can meditation? Tibet cried for you.
I'll find a veterinarian, let him treat a dog in you.
Shot the cow. What for? The plan is not without a straight line
This is your last chance to say that you took the calf
The rival understands everything, he packs things somewhere he
I dreamed that I won the Battle - this is a prophetic dream
I have a blind lumberjack in the pair - it stings at random,
I am a philologist-shoemaker, you grammotno shod.
Pro against techenya as a developer of the dam,
Not a seamstress, but I also want to pay for the lines
Here you did not get accustomed, as if the loader squeaky in the port,
After all, listening to you like to puke with a gag in your mouth.
It would be better to put on glasses, like a fan of Davids,
Look at your neck: there the rope chokes.
For your musical taste in Holland, fight, but believe.
I listen to Dead by April, your idol Boris April.
For your language you in the square will be burned by the people
Belt of loyalty, it's time for you to get on your mouth.
To understand that your style of shit No need for recommendations.
My advice: it's high time for you to throw yourself into the river somewhere.
Where is your ridge? You're a rag to many.
You want to score a goal, but I will break my legs
chorus:
Afraid of a nightmare
Again you whine like a squirt.
Tell us the truth while we are gone
Do not live like you're in a dream.
verse 2:
With the filing of the Loka Doga, say that you are working with us
You are so weak that you took a necrophilic for a corpse.
Can meditation? Tibet cried for you.
I'll find a veterinarian, let him treat a dog in you.
Shot the cow. What for? The plan is not without a straight line
This is your last chance to say that you took the calf
The rival understands everything, he packs things somewhere he
I dreamed that I won the Battle - this is a prophetic dream