в пряничном домике

Yeah
Ahem, check-check-check (e)
Yo! Yo, yo, yo, yo

Put my phone down (a?): tired of doomscrolling (Yeah)
My nerve cells aren’t worth the news (No)
Nothing new: our world’s been fucked for a while (Damn)
Basically, got plenty of vibes to write lyrics (Ocean)
To keep my mind intact (a?), so I’m not like a herd
Realized: it’s time to build my fortress (Fortress)
Where no one can get in (ygu)
Except for family, friends, my girl, and a crew of couriers
In every room, I’d set up a chair right away (e-e-e, yeah)
So I have a place to sit if my vision goes dark (oh)
Why do I need a table? I’ll put my computer on pizza boxes (e-e-e)
Why do I need water? Good ol’ Cola works for a rinse (tasty)
Work? Pff, I won’t even step outside (e-e-e, yeah)
Before my cunning plan, I’ll take a thousand rounds (Or two)
Billions of rubles said: Throw out the streams with the tracks! (fuck)
Basically, the star will fade at the peak (Yo!)

When everything around is off-script
And the world has completely lost its mind (lost its mind)
Even if it’s freezing or tropical outside
I don’t care: I’m in my gingerbread house (Yo!)
When everything around is off-script
And the world has completely lost its mind
When everyone’s already built their little coffins
I won’t give a damn: I’m in my gingerbread house (a)

I’ll grow myself a huge, fat body (Yeah)
So the system can’t fit this little screw (Ugh)
It’ll try to find a spot for me (he)
Waves a hand — and here I am, retired at twenty-five (Yo!)
With all the money that comes in, I’ll practically (What?)
Buy RGB strips and about twenty lamps (Yeah)
So the whole neighborhood lights up bright red (Yo)
Let them think I’m growing — it’ll be the prank of the century (ha-ha-ha-ha)
Garlands on the balcony, let it be (e-e-e)
And every day, poppers at two in the morning — let people celebrate (Yo!)
My clever plan to fool any bastard (e-e-e)
Who thinks we’ll die
we’ll die, but I’ll be the last one (What?)
And I, sprawled on the couch, all covered in chip crumbs (e-e-e, yeah)
Will only think the smartest thoughts (hm)
Outside, it’s the end of the world: screams for help everywhere (e-e-e, help me!)
Can’t hear a thing
Alice, turn the TV up (Yo!)

When everything around is off-script
And the world has completely lost its mind
Even if it’s freezing or tropical outside
I don’t care: I’m in my gingerbread house (I’m home!)
When everything around is off-script
And the world has completely lost its mind
When everyone’s already built their little coffins
I won’t give a damn: I’m in my gingerbread house (Yo!)

Alright, come on, come on, come on, unload on me
Come on, on me, on me
Don’t be scared, don’t be scared, there’s still half a meter left
Alright, good, yeah-yeah
Put those boxes right here, please
Where are you putting that? Can’t you see?
That’s a lamp, it needs to be hung up
What’s wrong with you, huh?
Yeah-yeah-yeah, all the cups here, here
No need for the kitchen, I’ll eat right here
Mhm, all good, good job, guys
Eight grand — please
Thank you very much