What kind of rial are they boiling? Stick me on cricket My area is not a square, but a parallelepiped Students in all Ufa universities know this They know about the RA press and at the same time they all run around in ugg boots Remember last fall from Unik across the road They opened a stall for the sale of legal smoke The teachers sweated, The people in the dean's office sweated Girls and the boys are not adequate Session, New Year, legality was banned It seems to be a law, but that shop was never closed The revenue is good, the State Tax Committee knew about it Once a week they took cash from the shop slightly In the Unicom they fastened the fucked up students In the area of ​​toilets, smoking rooms and buffets I remember three idiots who were walking around in trash They stole a pie, got caught with weight in their pockets Freshman Maria in a state of G Walked around the parking lot, ate biz Kicked the wheels, the alarms went off In the end it turned out in intensive care A young teacher with mineral water in glasses Also came for spice at the smart guys They were doing it together with some emo or goth A video on Bluetooth where they fuck each other in the ass Hee hee ha-ha, studying has become more fun I look from the side at the puffed-up savages And bulls still get high on bull mixtures Bull's happiness is to blow until the bull's face cracks I called and called, only mixtures are on sale Fuck them, I'll smoke them, I'd rather have mold Put on some cheap tights and engines there Fuck them, I'll smoke them, I'll better cigarettes I called and called, only mixtures are on sale Fuck them, I'll smoke them, I'd rather smoke mold There, put on cheap tights and on the engines Fuck them, I'll smoke them, I'd rather smoke cigarettes We're here, get your cigarettes Repression is a hard parish, not a waste Dry your oars, lovers of fucking shit Bringing yourself to the dick is such a creepy shit Remember a year ago no one could have imagined That they would sell drugs from a kiosk Nervous junkies queue for legal stuff It seems like night outside, glasses on your eyes Oh, I wouldn't want to be in Stas's place, peddling legal mass, Getting better ten times a day, Losing my personal passport in flight, What a story instead of medicine, Sniffed half a gram, cured a runny nose, Stood at a red light, there was a red Chrysler behind me, Reversed and got screwed for bucks, A nipple at the kiosk clearly unhealthy Dancing go-go half naked Pawns from orbits in the mouth sweet orbit In about fifteen minutes Kolya will feed her in the mouth Sniffed Elgam and sniffed Airat Between the bulin fan muses, when the new goods arrived The product is normal, and most importantly legal The village doesn't sleep, it's fucking crazy I'd like some sweatpants, I don't care that it's cloudy But I have a clear head on my shoulders And let these idiots get high on bull mixtures And sniff bull happiness until the bull's face cracks I called, I called, in only mixes for sale Fuck them, I'd rather smoke mold There's cheap, put on some tights and on the engines Fuck them, I'd rather smoke cigarettes I called and called, only mixes for sale Fuck them, I'd rather smoke mold There's cheap , put on some tights and get going. Fuck them, I'll smoke cigarettes instead.