Somehow it became quiet, someone somewhere else is circling A slight fatigue of the pretty girls crosses the puddles A little cold, but I begin to notice that somewhere quietly near the stream there is a chi-chi-chi wheelbarrow (x2) There is Toyota there Suzuki, the bitch got fucked up by the bitches the pipe is not three, we are inside in mp3, a narcotrip, hip-hap from the inside I open the window well, and there is a residential area Many patients I know, many can no longer be saved I have comprehended everything I am writing a verse, I smoke dope, I create a noise, Bullet, I smoke only through the bul. the plan smolders in the cap And I hid the package, there is a ked at the pharmacy I walk on the light, this track got up to me this is a drag this run this underground rap (x2)