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I will write a whole volume about depression, make fun of me,
How I learned to smile by force.
I would turn into a little Hummingbird,
And quietly disappear from sight.
I will write a whole volume about depression, joke with me,
How I learned to smile by force.
I would turn into a little Hummingbird,
And quietly disappear from sight.
Night in calculation under the eyes sick circles,
Fingers loading the gun, letters on the keyboard cocked.
Hey, imagine - this is not magic, whale,
Knowing what it is that most books silently keep.
Old, good, damn it, plus, things are packed in a backpack,
Good taste, excellent variety will rid of the hassle.
Doors closed, but creak, and if our life is not in the dictionary,
Then we apparently live authoritatively!
Nasty topless girls, creepy parties on the hips,
Our youth is no longer the essence, but we don't want to be late.
Time to prove our usefulness to the world,
But I locked myself in the apartment and personally set records.
Experiments with the inner block, systems of oneself,
Consistency, creative image, will eat to the bone.
Inside, a feeling that so needs extreme,
But I see everything in black and white, as if there's a color inversion.
I will write a whole volume about depression, make fun of me,
How I learned to smile by force.
I would turn into a little Hummingbird,
And quietly disappear from sight.
I will write a whole volume about depression, joke with me,
How I learned to smile by force.
I would turn into a little Hummingbird,
And quietly disappear from sight.
When people didn't listen to us, a clear sound in the porthole,
A mixtape, a cross with your sister, washes away the serious look,
Which at the meeting you wanted to send to hell, no offense.
Yesterday was the best about me

Today we can see the fog,
Slapping the stars seriously.
Nose not a cold, wanted the smell of Colombian,
Screwed up in songs, worn-out verses.
In the ears Limp Bizkit, and everything with it so close,
Splashes and something gnawed.
In any weather, it's not for us, only resonance here.
I'll turn off the phone and break through the stations, believe me...
Houston troubles, carrion, a terrible chandelier.
Wandered like this and asked, why so sad?
In line who after whom, and in rap, about what in response.
The spirit believed, good blacks, who infected with rap.
I will write a whole volume about depression, make fun of me,
How I learned to smile by force.
I would turn into a little Hummingbird,
And quietly disappear from sight.
I will write a whole volume about depression, joke with me,
How I learned to smile by force.
I would turn into a little Hummingbird,
And quietly disappear from sight.
Roll, but we heal someone there,
No need for fables, damn you.
The power of the world rubbed to holes smokes a rotten plant,
And how many demons, and those who told Chuck Norrises.
In the district, how many trunks behind the belt,
How much shit and pride in one bottle.
Come on, let's roll up our sleeves and see who catches whom,
Respect for the madness of the brave, but not the drawn ones.
Not those in vomit-stained basements... Okay. Forget it!
Today, Peter's Broadway will gather people,
Miyagi finish the verse, you're a friend, be kind.
In this shitty world, a child's smile saves me,
The laughter of a close one, not hydroponics.
Faded souls dim, and on top of all this, the world collapses completely.
I still haven't understood what this track is about,
Such a chaotic vinaigrette in my head.
Near my cell, don't be afraid forever.
I will write a whole volume about depression, make fun of me,
How I learned to smile by force.
I would turn into a little Hummingbird,
And quietly disappear from sight.