Face Юморист Humorist Original Motion Picture Soundtrack English Translation song by Genius English Translations from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Rap, English Translation music. The Record company is unknown. Released on February 11, 2019.
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Face Юморист Humorist Original Motion Picture Soundtrack English Translation Meaning
| [Original lyrics [Intro] I’m, ha-ha, hey I’m a humorist, on my wrist [Verse 1] We can’t live without laughter, like without Russian curse words My father — KGB worker, and my mom owns a machine gun (yes) And my children are soldiers of punitive battalions My brothers are guardians of our dark districts I have no sense of humor, otherwise I’d’ve laughed long ago About the life situation I got in There is no rope? Then choke me with a tie Hoping to die soon, because I’m living vainly Macaulay Culkin and Galkin — my New Year is ugly again, ou What will the Santa bring, where are the presents, maybe a new wife? If Santa Claus is Russian, then he will bring the war Jokers and humorists have ruined our country Is it funny, bitch? What have you just heard? (paw-paw) Do I look like a clown? Then get up and leave! (come on) Our teachers happen to deal hashish And you’re bullshitting about your ex to me [Chorus] Gold on my wrist, I’m a humorist You tell a bad joke, and then you hit the blacklist Sovereign no-mercy, although I seem pure The sky is for planes and censorship for the artist Gold on my wrist, I’m a humorist You tell a bad joke, and then you hit the blacklist Officials have no mercy, although to me I seem clear Sky is for planes and censorship for the artist , [Verse 2] Bandits not in Geländewagens — in G-Wagens with police flashers (hey) Talking with a breath of the Gulag, and air from the landfill We’re forced to save for pieces of granite Collecting crumbs and drinking expired Pulpy I’m tired, it’s about 7 pm We’re drinking beer with guys – it’s the Last Supper I’m racing with police, but it’s not gonna last forever For that — get stabbed in the liver, life is fleeting (ha) [Chorus] Gold on my wrist, I’m a humorist You tell a bad joke, and then you hit the blacklist Sovereign no-mercy, although I seem pure The sky is for planes and censorship for the artist Gold on my wrist, I’m a humorist You tell a bad joke, and then you hit the blacklist Officials have no mercy, although to me I seem clear Sky is for planes and censorship for the artist [Outro] It’s payday, fellas I said, it’s fucking payday, motherfuck–] |
