[Translation of «Весь в отца» ft. ATL (Like father like son)]
[Intro: Truwer]
You wouldn't even think about
How I erupt into the masses and blow up
How after the recorded basses I don't wish anymore
(I don't wish anymore)
You wouldn't even think about
How I erupt into the masses and blow up
How after the recorded basses I don't wish anymore
(I don't wish anymore)
[Verse 1: Truwer]
You wouldn't even think about
How I erupt into the masses and blow up
How after the recorded basses I don't wish anymore
I don't think that's how you want to know me (Know me)
I don't think that's how you want to know me (Know me)
And how as I pick up the cashbox, leave thе building
Two pieces, two working ones
How yours in youth, so arе mine in their turn
I'm here again (Here again) but I don't lose myself in the room
I need to leave fast, from the fuss in the city
Where in everything is a passion of a kid, gangs, pollen
Don't give a fuck about anyone, if you're an eager kid (Eager kid)
Mom has no face on her, the same thing without end
To lay low or peek from the back (Tr-r-r)
Just like his father
Legs feed, nerves brace themselves
Not too long to wait and the whole block is in unison
Beauty in Pavlodar style, is when you're right here kid
In socks — drape, in hands — mike, that's what I am now
I'm shocked myself, spilling Macallan
I'm shocked myself smoking glasses of junk, I fucking hate Makpal
Into the porch flies an Osa, will leave a man speechless
I hide fangs (hide fangs) because I'm just like my father
(Just like my father)
Just like my father
[Chorus: Truwer]
You wouldn't even think about
How I erupt into the masses and blow up
But I don't think that that's how you want to know me
I don't think that's how you want to know me
And how as I pick up the cashbox, leave the building
I don't think that's how you want to know me
[Verse 2: ATL]
Found a lost dollar in my old bomber
And remembered how one day I lost myself in it too
In my new bomber, I found a pack
That would've fucked me up to a decade ago
There, where weekends bittered like «Rodopi»
There, where we are still complete maggots
This is a Novocheboksarsk freestyle
Where we jumped on this beat with the squad like in Pochinki
In a garden made out of bottles and tires
We with stupid looking toys over the puddles
Our wet paws flap in the breeze
They were ripped off by evil soulless twats
Looked closer. Jeez, ain't that me from the past
There are a lot of those like me
I have disagreements with them
And with their noses, they ironed their first snow
In a pocket, there is a hole so black
That it absorbed light, deforming space
And from a fierce past, I dreamed of a future
Where I lift the cashbox
And there, in the deep youth
Teeth of stupidity cut through
My son will be just like his father
What a pity, that the son will be just like his father
[Chorus: Truwer]
You wouldn't even think about
How I erupt into the masses and blow up
But I don't think that that's how you want to know me
I don't think that's how you want to know me
And how as I pick up the cashbox, leave the building
I don't think that's how you want to know me
[Verse 3: Truwer]
But my sound is in the same bag with speed, and that's true
In the same flask with my bros, rakhmet, that you're still here too
Pa, we're here 'till the ice melts ('till the ice melts, 'till the ice melts)
Loud from Pavlodar so everybody knows who's next
At some point veins got hooked, mouthguard was enough for me
For all to be made utterly clear, double was enough for me
Bitches get mad, that's the whole deal
Now it's better not to get in here, I'll go by myself
Just like my father
[Autro: Truwer]
A word cuts through the air like a bullet
But I don't think that that's how you want to know me
I don't think that's how you want to know me
And how as I pick up the cashbox, leave the building
But I don't think that that's how you want to know me
I don't think that's how you want to know me