Текст песни Бумбокс - курю кальян

At home on the couch, I fancy
Many channels - look no
Rock my - my wall
Who ordered you to bed mode?
At home I'm on the couch, I'm cool
In the communication rate zero
Heaven is my - my ceiling
In the bathroom there is the sea, in a corner of the desert

Magnetic tape microns, I turn ska
Top hands under his sounds
Like air Napas cool school jazz
Normal hip-hop stage
Slightly then cut classic
Absolutely nothing then dirty rock
Smoke hookah in ragamafian
Normal step back hip-hop

At home I'm on the couch, on the map
Our ways are toed
My woods - your tresses
Answers to questions and vaprosy
I know that I know nothing
But I prefer not taken out
There were, if only sounded
Not only her, we always had

Magnetic tape microns, I turn ska
Top hands under his sounds
Like air Napas cool school jazz
Normal hip hop stage
Slightly then cut classic
Absolutely nothing then dirty rock
Smoke hookah in ragamafian
Normal stage again hip-hop (the entire verse - 2)