Lyrics Копюшон Ноу Мо - Эмфиземы

Kopyushon in my mind my eyes close
my tongue dirty air in the reg
campaign for all lizbiyski
if not enough words or thoughts run
Really I do not wake up so close
write reviews very well read and listen
Now 18 I 'm good
rustle loop I shor shor scars polyshou
cough was
but the voice sits increasingly
I gnaw their nails and I have them all on clicks
I would blow up tube
pecked to Bosko crispy
drank a beer laughing
whinnying be with boys on this
but today I fell asleep in the middle
like the sky was changing my clothes
Jeans started up rags
aircraft landed near plantations
I appreciate the fact that he left Dufresne and Redemption
ear for music and I'm ready to fall in love with the collar
I have wires
and hence breakdown and dangerous
rap has no pizdabolstvo
do not call it dirt
answer sheet will end clawing hands chop bone
erasing rubber on the ground of their old cougar
not in the minds of strength and heart pulse
rain broke sheferinu
method called principle
inflated taught life and in the eyes of Oriflame
I saw under the greens more
milk under a sage who
rustle wheels types evil or chills
huyachet stereo until I remain zeleboboy
from the south or the east part here zalenekopot
kopyushon loose sleep us the same message in the ass
Kok hundreds smears jam on bread sparkling
I put on a bit of poetry Vysotsky being small
crayons tiled porches
Are other wing
first seen soaring wings until it is covered
STC grazed on eight clients in the pharmacy
I saw different dreams in Opera scalded hands
calls on pervoozerke cries neked minutes
Agalakova on weekdays
on Agalakova tupim
more snow on the roof will go and press down cats
soon soon deja vu dreams
and therefore I will not part
read the text very well , I also listen to them
I am rich , and only this
like a dove peacefully drinking from a puddle
come from Tuscany where the vents smells September
let's head to Tuscany where puppet theater
metamorphosis last increase somewhere
signs and stands up from the house to the Arbat
poking fingers pluck avatsii
its fun to bend those whom we press to the bottom
I do not aesthetic in terms of life and even more so after
why I have been sent here where the dot or apostrophe
protected from coconuts primychku nose
albotrosa wait until the last bus
playing paddle pebbles trapped inside me
look out the window considered pillars, and for one minute and
inhale and exhale air polishing lips
stash spots and drooling
should spit three times , yeah, knock on wood this law proved
yes will not sell even believe though Negro Jew
More so I glued and I 'll break the same
I'm so in love with this world
What is the Golgi complex
gamotsiny plus brain , Urals plus wind
Hair on the head a little plus or minus player yes
I became kinder probably tons of murazhek
antivitony Louis and his pissing shirts
from shortness of breath and ran away from colic akimbo keeping contacts in itself, and not in your phone
I did not dick trendy pussy to me about the weather
at least today I kopyushon in balohone
where the foot is persecuted to write and morim
newspapers will write yes on any priverat
and of the goals and porches will crumble thoughts
and my reason backfilled when pussy on night and day
conceals winter twigs, winter flips
leaving us with the smell of asphalt killing battery