| What is money? | 
| Only small papers | 
| Fold origami until you get scared | 
| Alas, the devil is in the details and joy, doubts | 
| Doesn't arise, but what happens when they don't? | 
| Magic, Kubo rolled out the ball, he takes on a tactical move | 
| I won’t find any profit for you on a coupon, the disadvantaged have everything clean | 
| Assembles the subway on the board, we have a thousand proven schemes | 
| In skinny Moscow, it's not fun... | 
| I infiltrate the game, collect rewards, where to honor & co | 
| The sticker pack fell off the shelf, buy it. | 
| For a long time on computers - the virus is pouring | 
| So he fell into the taverns and into the glass, for the donated feces. | 
| Beetle or sun? | 
| How is it madam? | 
| cool here and there, but in the light is a monster | 
| The apotheosis of krinzh, where you will be very sorry for yourself. | 
| (it's already late) | 
| Crassula is human. | 
| Ban on promises | 
| Lies are dripping down my ears, a lease sign is on my neck | 
| We looked out into the light, there - castling, exchange | 
| And now the rider, his legs chatter imperceptibly | 
| Offer, give. | 
| And the choice is not great | 
| Now also a donor, calmly, don't cry | 
| It is always more comfortable at home under a dedicated country line | 
| Until the dotted line is pulled together, until the motive is jammed | 
| Offer, give. | 
| And the choice is not great | 
| Now also a donor, calmly, don't cry | 
| It is always more comfortable at home, under a dedicated line of the country | 
| Until the dotted line is pulled off, until there is something to trace | 
| The donor will be touched by a black dream | 
| Relapse brings karma | 
| And all the problems on the face | 
| The tattoo machine will reflect | 
| The beginning of trouble, I introduce the beginning like smoke, I make my way and here it is pain | 
| Commercialism will drag you deeper, but I continue to support | 
| Through the level, to you fools. | 
| breaking the law | 
| I understand, however, that a coin from a children's game causes pain for life | 
| And now she takes control of the process | 
| The evil one leads away, not even an eyebrow is pulled | 
| With holy hands we carry the burden to the cradle | 
| In which the son changes into a balabol | 
| Head goes numb, time has shown | 
| That morphine pus was thrown into your veins | 
| I'll get there. | 
| Goals, let it be sadder | 
| Than scenes. | 
| if the coin was hitherto with me | 
| I take it, throw it in the attic | 
| All your safes are on key | 
| Recorded in flaps | 
| Passwords. | 
| It hooks you | 
| Bitch yes how is it | 
| I would like to do better | 
| But it will come out as always |