| Khm-khm-mmm | 
| Khm-khm-khm-khm | 
| Khm-khm-khm-khm | 
| ahem | 
| Looking for a move, the door is closed - climb out the window | 
| Look for a way out, lay low | 
| Glory this, Glory that | 
| Art Hoe, parasite, it's so satisfying and warm here | 
| You took on the role | 
| And now you want a share | 
| Son of a jackal, check it out, check it out, how I love it | 
| Appreciate how I slap it, appreciate how I sculpt it | 
| Appreciate-appreciate-appreciate-appreciate, goldfinch, texture | 
| In vain you are fooling, you are persecuting a fool, check out how I conjure | 
| Write off will not work, it was the 19th | 
| Refs are as simple as my two fingers | 
| Not rich yet, but already bored | 
| You create the appearance, you want to seem | 
| Pseudo delving into art is art | 
| Both self-repetition and secondary feeling | 
| I'm in eternal fire, and then thick, then empty | 
| Eternal machinations, the search for taste | 
| I draw in my mind and juggle the essence | 
| I started from the outside and went a long way | 
| Check it out bro album | 
| Can I have a photo? | 
| No, later | 
| Go fuck yourself, motherfucker, auf | 
| Art hoes, art hoes, art hoes, art hoes | 
| Art hoes, art hoes, art hoes, art hoes | 
| Art hoes, art hoes, art hoes, art hoes | 
| Art hoes, art hoes, art hoes, art hoes | 
| I heard it all and I know it all | 
| I saw it all with different eyes | 
| Yes, faces change like slides | 
| I'll come here tomorrow - you've already been swapped | 
| Friend! | 
| I can't hear you upstairs | 
| But you're lying like a spirit | 
| Walking here and there, wandering half dead | 
| Collect chips, monitor the sound | 
| Budgets, ghostwriter, rent, greenhouse | 
| Concerts, babes, cash in Goyard | 
| Grave, land and a sign on the house | 
| Not everything is like in the West, everything is as usual | 
| Cosiness! | 
| I have nowhere to fall - I take myself a suit | 
| I'm writing all this, and I can't sleep | 
| And do not settle down, do not turn anywhere |