[Lyrics of the song "Brother"]
[Intro]
It's not that we're often wrong when we think we're right
It's just that when emotions overwhelm us, we often use the wrong arguments (I'm fucking tired)
[Verse]
I'm fucking tired counting vegetables at the bottom of this annoying plate
I do it so that tomorrow my little one won't be eating it
When "P" is in this house, all these girls — not virgins
All these chicks are smart, all your chicks are fakes (Bitch!)
Five-story buildings, all around Five-story buildings
Don't go all out
Pay off and don't cough
How are you, my friend?
We are all thе same: everything around is ganja
"P" is an octopus, as bеfore
There's a parachute it's a gadget
Exchange of covers
There they spit without words, there they warm the spoon
There they making a beat, there they drop those who were carried
One heats the chair, the other heats the donkeys
The third warms the native, well, you're lucky: you're in abundance!
My dad dreamed of a Lexus and a new fence
My brother can finish university (But hardly!)
My operator is out, my close one is on edge
My brother is at work, but for sure not in the factory!
[Chorus]
How are you, my little brother?
We're all playing cards, my brother
Any contacts, my brother?
No contacts? We'll fix it!
Shouting verses, my brother!
There is a buzz in the elite for the whole building
Bitch in her new dress
In a minute in a bathrobe, brother!
[Outro]
U!
I'm a fucking fanatic, uh-uh
In touch, my brother
Brother-brother
(In touch, on... on...)
In touch, my brother
Stupid, stupid
Stupid, I don't want you to do like me
The movements of our brothers are getting a jackpot or an article
Stupid, I don't want you to do like me
To the movements of our brothers