Текст песни Проект Увечье - Тайна среднего полета

Rap slightly boring - visor caps have been bent
Text momentary dashed off - it is recognized by all cloudy
He threw a seed inside their heads - weeping family as well:
suffer with a fucking theme - track seven minutes and
I would record - but it is enough, after weighing all the & quot; yes & quot; and & quot; no & quot ;,
megabyte me - arbeiten bro - because you're not deaf and dumb
Gloom in the tracks and meme - and Pontius disgusted me as a blue cop
I like Gayzinberg and my goal - to cook your blue met
No, I'm not a high-flying, remotely quarter
reperki singed on his cap, in the group of the day extended
buried Gufan Lech - underscore uncertain
mine - but I rhyme in flight - not boasting light volume
No, my flight is not low - like this despicable Feed
wide portok fans - that stroyut underground cats
reprezenty roar - then ditch them as tarpaulins and cardboard
slowed its overtone fighter, since the rhyme level Barto
my flight somewhere in the middle between these points
No, it does not settle on Punchy, my rosy donut
Chains love? Yes, there are many logical chains
but more precious than your fashion balahonchik - true handwriting
other secret - for me no longer a secret
between the mountains and pits - I'm in the middle - normal flight
hole in the vanity in the third passage is not to patch
but I consider awarded - after the middle of the gold