They tell me I'm fucked
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Everyone says I'm fucked up
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They tell me I'm fucked
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And to be honest, I'm fucked up
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I am obviously sick. |
I'm like Kesey - chronicle
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I am someone who doesn’t flog bullshit, but alas, I don’t understand
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Look, don't drown, otherwise, there's a sea of rhymes
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And understand, even though the beat is hammering - look at the root
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My life is the lion's share of a minefield
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If I had drunk, then almost the hero of "The Fate of Irony"
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Although, figs - it seems, the action movie "Ronin" is closer
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Sometimes it bombs, at least go straight and buy armor
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After all, it hurts in the chest in an instant from resentment / pain
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Like a freak scribbling Peak and praying for a shift,
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But the profit is flying away on profiteroles
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High saved up, but in the end didn’t save up like
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But the number is calling:
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"Do not mind, perform your hit, your lines, in their heads
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We carry, tell me how much "
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This is a curiosity, and I always wrote stanzas here
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Violating the bit so that, in rap, the primitive died
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They tell me I'm fucked
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Everyone says I'm fucked up
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They tell me I'm fucked
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And to be honest, I'm fucked up
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So about the minefield. |
I could achieve in football
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But he injured his shin, and only rhymes and food
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I am a Bachelor of Economics. |
There lies the diploma
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And everyone echoes me, you could not live modestly. |
Like: What are you, a man?!
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The salary will be higher, you are possessed by Satan!
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— Um, I'm sorry, maybe I've got the wrong country?
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Examples, not exceptions, alas, too full
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Not related to oil, do you hear? |
The tower doesn't bring me loot
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I plowed at a construction site, and fed the lines
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I plowed at night in the metal shop, and fed the lines
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He glued ads, unloaded gazelles, and fed the lines
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Wrote diplomas with term papers, but the wrong ones fed the lines
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You're lucky it's not my mania that's evil
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I'm fucked up, so much so that I have an army of words
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So much so that my words are not for the party in the format,
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But not enough to take and stop rhyming them
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They tell me I'm fucked
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Everyone says I'm fucked up
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They tell me I'm fucked
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And to be honest, I'm fucked up
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My music is my ticket to life!
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I drew a contour along which, past the rooms and offices, I go
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My music is my ticket to life!
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My music is my ticket to life! |