Song эминем (eminem) oxxxymiron lyrics english

[Verse 1]


Nostalgia – wipe snot, son


familiar bass voice


Eight Mile


vain chased the cart as Roskomnadzor

It did not say anything special – so dirty


Flow – taxi


I – squeaky and loud klaxon


not exclude themselves from the bag , if it’s Birkin

And from prison, if Girkin


So for whom is the bell ringing?


That’s all – the phone was spoiled


I was not Vian, and you are not Sholokhov The


scale is different

Someone has megalomania –


Okay, well, so we can reach her


And we are on the shoulders of giants, like dandruff

And we can only squeeze to


spit in the sunset river of


Eternity on the outskirts

Diaghilev was our Kanye in Paris A


narrow man became, I would expand the


Text – raw fish, sashimi


Now – well, at least they pin bits


Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes

[Chorus]


I built myself a mini-Detroit


There Lyckety-Splyt, with him Papa Doc


Life is in full swing in the town – liquid nitrogen

We are not from the beach, but sand is pouring


Time is floating, smoke from the mouth


Time is knocking on umbrellas in fine


grains Place an hourglass horizontally


To get the infinity sign

[Verse 2]


I remember the bus drove me to the music of Dre


Luminescent firefly in the street darkness


I followed the idol’s path no worse than Stan


Even


D’yadya Ji said

this, he will not shit


Everything is cyclical – dissy, the highest mission


Technique, hits, but at the peak – addiction, lull


Purely caricature, taking into account the fact that

Less talent, less stuck out, less earned


And as early fans with or without


Haight: “I can not listen to everything that was after via Relapse”

“Yes, now is not the same, but thanks for the childhood”


Exactly the same I kolnot reperok at the entrance


We do not like in others that chuem

Shady in himself – squeezed, lonely, outdated with might and main.


But if I could give him advice


I would say: “Forget it, I’m not a therapist.”

[Chorus]


I built myself a mini-Detroit


There Lyckety-Splyt, with him Papa Doc


Life is in full swing in the town – liquid nitrogen

We are not from the beach, but sand is pouring


Time is floating, smoke from the mouth


Time is knocking on umbrellas in fine

grains Place an hourglass horizontally


To get an infinity sign


I built myself a mini-Detroit

There Lyckety-Splyt, with him Papa Doc


Life is in full swing in the town – liquid nitrogen


We are not from the beach, but sand is pouring

Time is floating, smoke from the mouth


Time is knocking on umbrellas in fine


grains Place an hourglass horizontally


To get infinity sign