Скриптонит – Привычка (Habit) (English Translation)
Genre Rap

LYRIC
Привычка (Habit) (English Translation)

Feat. 104, Andy Panda

The translation of the song "Habit"

Verse 1Scriptonite

I'm wearing the same shirt I wore decade ago
But that flat was pretty tight
Blocked their layup, made in style acrobat
Smell of smoke and sunset, we are rich without wages
I remember this track on the tape [2002
Pasted 15 minutes in the middle to record it
Right now I can turn everything on vinyl, joint with no shit
Blowed some fucking blunts, mildly strong-willed
So we can gather here like this [hey-hey
And it wasn't easy, in short
Not a village— SVO, a lot of time has passed since then
Around here, it's like SPEED-info, paparazzi
You need underwear and bread, while we're roasting meat

Post-VerseScriptonite

That is why money
Doesn't stop me from thinking
We don't live like the others
Give them my joint, let'em relax

ChorusAndy Panda

I'm frying sausages, nearby frying blunts
Stoned boys, stoned mantras
Rocks and bottles, friends and their smiles
Bicks and pals, well, something like a party
My huge steak won't fit in my hands
I eat meat, dance on bones
This is also your piece, and I'm ready to feed you
But before you get into my circle, stop loving yourself
What was you doing when pals were blown up from Pavlodar
When bloody made the noise, it wasn't enough
Here are Rocks and bottles, friends and their smiles
Bicks and pals, well, something like a party

After chorusScriptonite

Lemon AK, refreshed glass
Come to play hand at cards for half an hour
Sativa, Indira, everything that included THC
No, it's not a habbit, it's just in DNA, yeah

Verse 2104

You can talk about me that I closed the doors behind
But when I came here I danced like stoned
A lot of color but the show is not a carnival in TV
Wild appetite — it's a white widow in a body
In the morning in my head, in the evening under a knife and fork
This meeting isn't an accident and and we're not talking 'bout bitcoins
Two years ago I would have called it a warm up
Message in WhatsApp but I lost my pin

ChorusAndy Panda

I'm frying sausages, nearby frying blunts
Stoned boys, stoned mantras
Rocks and bottles, friends and their smiles
Bicks and pals, well, something like a party
My huge steak won't fit in my hands
I eat meat, dance on bones
This is also your piece, and I'm ready to feed you
But before you get into my circle, stop loving yourself
What was you doing when pals were blown up from Pavlodar
When bloody made the noise, it wasn't enough
Here are Rocks and bottles, friends and their smiles
Bicks and pals, well, something like a party

After chorusScriptonite

Lemon AK, refreshed glass
Come to play hand at Durak for half an hour
Sativa, Indira, everything that included THC
No, it's not a habbit, it's just in DNA, yeah

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