Lyrics Guf - Больше стаффа

In the end, they deem me insane, / But these lines will make me pay attention. / On boring traffic jams, dull buildings, / Killed roads and my homework. / I promised myself a long time ago / Release my album and now the second one. / And in any case there will be a third one, you believe, / I will still have time to annoy you on this planet. / No matter how hard I tried, I could never, / Record and release the second "City of Roads". / Who knows will understand what it is about, / The rest is not fucked, ay, salute the people. / How are you feeling? What do you have there on the topic? / Time passed - even if not much, but nonetheless. / In fact, everything is much more complicated and, unfortunately, / Everything grows up sooner or later. / Now I am less often in the metro, / I don’t climb my favorite roof even on Sundays, / I don’t come up with a proposal in Moscow City Hall, / I walk around the stage and look for my own bottle of Jack Daniels. / In short, many changes - I am now a family man / And I spend all the time with her, but this is rare. / When I am in Moscow, and so I am somewhere in the country, / We swing the cities on a swing. / I have no idea who will replace us there, / We normally noted and continue to move. / And of course you know better who steals, / But I love what I do, and I do what I can. / Understand, I really value what I have, / And these guys too - the sky will help us. / It is unlikely that we will ever reach the goal, / But it is pleasant to catch respect in the eyes of passersby. / / More stuff, less tobacco, / Bottom asphalt, above the clouds. / Someday you will also see 2Pac, / But it will be a little later, but for now ... / / More staff, less tobacco, / Bottom asphalt, above the cloud. / Soon it will be the other way around, but for now, / More stuff, less tobacco / / Following the traditions, I will be extremely modest, / I will not say anything about my second album in principle. / Nothing good and not bad even more, / Probably except that this album is solo. / There are so many tours from the side, I don’t argue, / I am quite happy with what is going on, / But I feel more comfortable alone far away in the area, / With a bottle of cola on Kolya’s bench, people, i'm sorry. / But the campaign, I realized something, / Standing at the window sill in that dark corridor. / Something I may not remember, I will not hide, / After all, I spent the last three days in a coma. / How many joints of ponika need to be blown up on the balcony, / To learn how to read as Pavel Volya reads? / But I will not play the role of Choli’s mother, / I’m from another category, hey let's argue? / I am set to please the audience / And download on repeat in that eight and Nissan'e Patrole. / And while it covers me, do not wait for the end of the story, / By the way R.I.P. MC Young. / / More stuff, less tobacco, / Bottom asphalt, above the clouds. / Someday you will also see 2Pac, / But it will be a little later, but for now ... / / More staff, less tobacco, / Bottom asphalt, above the cloud. / Soon it will be the other way around, but for now, / More stuff, less tobacco / / More stuff, less tobacco, / Below is asphalt, above the cloud. / Someday you will also see 2Pac, / But it will be a little later, but for now ... / / More staff, less tobacco, / Bottom asphalt, above the cloud. / Soon it will be the opposite, but for now, / More stuff, less tobacco / / All that will be lower is very personal, / Plank is higher, the mood is typical. / Marital humor as usual in stock, / Much between the lines, something in quotes. / I will try to give answers to questions / that no one had dared to ask before. / I know that I have to be extremely serious, / If I forgot something, then I will remember later.