Urban realities, I swim here like a fish in water
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No Italia, clouds cover the sun
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Still an anomaly, the guys cheat too small
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It has long been a standard, the loyal ones live here alone
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My comfort zone is not hotels, five stars
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Among the riotous snobs and boys from my father, money
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Fuck, I go there sometimes, the popularity is less tiring there
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And the only thing I get along with are the homies at the reception
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Life without masks, without creations, always Mismatched in public, just the same
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I can see myself
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My surroundings have little influence on me
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Aware of my worth, I can think for myself
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I am not the voice of poverty, I am not the voice of the gods
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I am a voice for the dumb, those without escalators
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I'll warm you like termas, if you don't receive codes
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Hyenas won't get here, my comfort zone
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Family, wife, house and my faith in blocks of flats
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It's you, a concrete throne, like an Alcantara for me
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Everyday life is stormy, I sail on full sails
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Comfort zone, comfort zone
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A tariff takes me almost everywhere, not a private jet
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I don't wanna spend my life in rehab like Chevy Chase
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Sometimes I fall asleep badly, but when I wake up
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Always smiling michael, no fire is an option here
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More money means more problems and you'll spend it first, no problem
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How many friends will there be? |
You're not hugging the paper
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How much would you not hug him, what else do you want to tell me?
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Though I like Gucci, Louis, some things you won't buy here
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You can touch me, but you can't move my dick, I have this comfort and account
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And what to put in the pots, although the plates are from Ikea, not Sanchi Rosenthal, important to them
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I have someone to share with when I put on them
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And this is a fact of the world view for years without changes, wherever I would not live,
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you don't believe
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I don't care about that, and it's not a matter of approach
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And together with the salary the price increases the price the price the price does not change the most importantly
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Family, wife, house and my faith in blocks of flats
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It's you, a concrete throne, like an Alcantara for me
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Everyday life is stormy, I sail on full sails
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Comfort zone, comfort zone
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Slippery colleagues like ticks in a concrete forest
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If you give your hand it sticks like a great glue
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The urban survivor was raised in these waters by bream
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From parasites scar, like a shark in the depths of the seas
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I did not want to rot on the axle, although they held the tentacles tight
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Those sleepless nights to find carbonless style
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Today I have fresh linen and I sleep like a master
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The comfort zone defends access to the limits
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From the psyche, they keep the remains, but only the hardest ones, such as black boxes
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information to remember what is important and what is not important in life homie working on
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me my fucking workaholic
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Family, wife, house and my faith in blocks of flats
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It's you, a concrete throne, like an Alcantara for me
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Everyday life is stormy, I sail on full sails
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Comfort zone, comfort zone |