Yes i recognize that we do not swing a hall to the tracks
and the rap we do will not break any towers or heads
I wont lie to you on this [bad word] theme
After all it is only my problems
I have reconclied that in this sphere im a corpse

Morning autumn, I'm in any way brake, 
I go on porch on my face i look
And then Again to sleep on the [bad word] move
Wait for me a bed, or it you'll be waited by me

Every day week routine, 
We live in a web such were always
And same we will be again - catch up
I beat out hundred of hundred
Im not going to understand others

Right now I will open to you secrets of myths of life
On a tray I will bring, I will chew for you
If at once you havent understood - that not my problem
We live, but we do not understand where exactly
Let's soon confuse names, it will be very funny man

I could be the father here  but you understand
That last day I have paid to the judges
it is not necessery for me
Its a my kind of work, oh you pay
Thats you [bad word] [bad word] and an asshooole

If you wanna be like me go hard and work hard
Anything you do repeat every day every night
But only today im gonna wish you good night