Feeling, feeling, don't, don't, don't let go Feeling, feeling, don't, don't, don't let go And between the words of some very far-fetched trends Scattered heads in blankets greet you, ***, at our mansion And my team is already smiling on your face, I'll pull your nerves for a joke And next to us you will feel this fear and despair, that ***ing paradise is valuable I rely on these things, because someone has to chase this topic And I don't know if you understand, but it's like the sun shining on the edge of the clouds And don't give us what we want, and don't tell us that we can't do it We are not so naive young people, and you don't know the plan of viruses I smoke and write, you listen to the rest, and the devil lights up our joints and weddings Fun, money and debt, girls, women and bitches And it's hard to get together with me sometimes, because I'm full of cards and ***ing lines Look me in the eyes if you don't believe me, it's dirty dancing This song is Girls, women and bitches Fun, money and debt Girls, women and bitches Fun, money and debt Girls, women and bitches Fun, money and debt This song is recorded for the estate This song is recorded for the money This song is recorded where, where, where This song is recorded for the estate This song is recorded for the money This song is recorded where, where, where Seven mountains, seven forests The boys were sitting in coats Black hoods, glances under the clouds This is how the new dynasty is born Sometimes covered with concrete And sometimes recordings of nature on t-shirts And bullshit on the wall, because not in hats Gublar figures and action Then the *** went to the field And everyone wanted to break the roof there Like for a three-pack at school Years pass too quickly In these expensive apartments We are in the middle, and again at the start And I think we can already see the cemetery And there is no place other than us When the world around us is falling again So no one talks about themselves No one hears you, don't be afraid These monuments are fakes They smoke fags, they play instruments We don't play games And what if I'm ***ed up? You will be next, next, next And what if I'm ***ed up? You will be next, next, next This song is recorded for the backyard This song is recorded for the money This song is recorded where, where, where This song is recorded for the backyard This song is recorded for the money This song is recorded where, where, where The money & the debt was played The girls, the women, & the bitches The money & the debt was played The girls, the women, & the bitches The money & the debt was played The girls, the women, & the bitches The money & the debt was played The money & the debts was played The girls, the women, & the bitches The money & the debt was played The girls, the women, & the bitches The money & the debt was played The girls, the women, & the bitches Falling, fading Down, down, down I go Falling, fading Down, down, down, down I go