Капюшон На Глаза

Память чистит кэш
We will remain two, memory will clean the cash, leaving only dates
This world is too fresh for usual expenses
Good pulled low
Headlights flashing in the windshield
Стрельба с автоматом
Мы продолжаем фильм
Фильтр, сахарная вата, сы
Can't even mill away from the sky
I'm building up the charge
Lighting the fuse, a wider strife
No matter what anyone says
Capucho na'glaza, fushka fire
This is
Mr slim
Free, they fly in confetti
In the place of a beautiful love story, a small detective on the asphalt
The light of the face is wet, don't cry
Don't run away by stars
It's
Mr slim
Free, confetti is flying
Instead of a beautiful love story
It's a full-blown detective
Mystery circles on the asphalt, a soul on the wet ground, you whisper to me, run, run, run, while pounding on the