ATL - Serpentine (Lyric Video)
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Stream / Download: https://bnd.lc/serpantin
Music by Ripbeat (https://vk.com/ripbeat_production)
Video by Vadim Klyushin (https://vk.com/vadimklyushin)
Cover by Alexander Samsonov (https://vk.com/alexcursed)
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Old school, new school
Our teacher is Sasha Skul
Evil time quarantined children in us
You dick will understand how many nails left to hammer into the coffin
Reflex drowns us in saliva - Pavlova Flex dogs
I hit those life chips like dunkin 'caps
Adrenaline kicks me in the dark youth
Annoying flashback, we went out at a time
It’s as if the blue fat here quietly clone overgrown
I have a furrow on my heart for this reason
Time alive children dissolve like a crocodile
Around the corner of yesterday, you fuck glycodin
We spin for a dozen years in a brilliant serpentine
Old school, news school, but I didn’t go to school
Time alive children dissolve like a crocodile
Around the corner of yesterday, you fuck glycodin
We spin for a dozen years in a brilliant serpentine
Old school, news school, but I didn’t go to school
That doesn't mean you should be like me
This whole rap is just chatter
This whole rap is fierce trash
I would make a noise yes sorry no gun
Here, instead of chewing gum, black tar
Here, instead of a heart, a black bubo
But still, so quietly touch so
In the chest of Seryozha synchrophasotron
We graze from a concrete pasture
On trump basins from the liner
Anyway damn adulthood
Fry like pancakes
And we are dead children from the past
We break into these keyboards,
Bringing to the trepidation of the vulgar
Like cards with naked young ladies
Us in a cocoon from head to toe
Beard wire
Let me go out into the void
Where are the keys, epts, Passepartout?
Winding up the dance to nausea
Brings to life like ammonia,
Cause it's a little hotter than hell
Hey, cunt, don’t wet the mantoux
When I'm super-old, I'll put myself in a case
We were taught how to live, but I skipped those couples
We were taught how to die for our homeland for mowing
I'll fuck it all when I'm super old
World Labor May, Epts, World Labor May
World labor may, bitch, world labor may
But there will be no peace
You have to work on a dick
We are at the dam in May
Drunk drowning together
(yeah fuck)
World Labor May, Epts, World Labor May
World labor may, bitch, world labor may
But there will be no peace
You have to work on a dick
We are at the dam in May
Drunk drowning together
(yeah fuck)