Artists are not adapted to life in *** You can only swear at the cash of the strong in the world And that's what the *** factories are worth Only *** guitarists in the country And you are still whining how difficult it is for you in this war They say your songs don't get anywhere And too much pressure on the neck, the contract is a hammer You don't like it, not a gingerbread, not a wreath Idiot, you talk about high, but you also want a banknote Someone is yelling in your head all the time Commerce, roll with your money, don't get into my art Commerce, give me more lave in my pockets Empty commerce, wait, don't go, get the *** out of here Oh yes, you would send many to bad, well, kill Programming Director, Producer, Investor And other morons who keep you for free And go to hell with your genius concert number Kill Programming Director, Producer, Investor And other morons who keep you for free And go to hell with your genius concert number This song would be a format super hit If there was no other text, it would be easier to music And if a girl would sing with a bright colored top And not some gondon with an unshaved angry ass In short, a couple of corrections and everything will be cool I know I can do it, because I'm not a fool Now I'll just sit and change a couple of notes After all, I'm the same as all the fans of sad banknotes In my head someone is yelling all the time Commerce, roll with your money, don't get into my art Commerce, give me more lave in my pockets Empty commerce, wait, don't go, get the *** out of here Oh yes, you would send many to bad, well, kill Programming Director, Producer, Investor And other morons who keep you for free And go to hell with your genius concert number Programming Director, Producer, Investor And other morons who keep you for free And go to hell with your genius concert number Number