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5Pm

(سرده باد خونه)
سرده باد خونه
گرمه تابستونش
اما من از خونه خیلی دورمو
لحظه های خوبش
همه مایه دوده معلومه از چشای خونت
سیگارا نصفه خاموشن تو لیوان ِ قهوه های موند

اینجا خونمه
درو وا میکنم تا که بیاین تو همه
تاریکه نور کمه دمش مثه گورکنن
هم خونه هام رو لجن
جهنمه تو لجن رو همن خوب بده وضعیتشون
اما نگران نباش بیا باز سر قرار اینجاست آخرش لباسرو درار
و الا داری چیکار اینجا بیکاری ؟
میدونی ما بیداریم ؟
میدونی ما چی داریم ؟
وید تامین
نه چراغ روشن نیست چشامون اما پشت شیشس شب
شبا شمع همجا روشن رو مبل نشیمن لم
دادیم ما تلف میشه مفت انرژِی وقت
که من قفل یه ریفم بگم جمله جُم بشی بی رحمم
که هنوز بعضی هم خونه هام انگار بدخواهامن
ناراحتن از رابطه ی هنرها با من
میگن سر صدا نکن سبب هیجان نشو
همشون ساکنن سالهاستو
نمیدن اجاره شو
خنسه نه
طلسمه یا که نه گرفته گند
از اتاق خوابم تا پذیرایی
هوا کدره همیشه کرخه تنا که تا بره وقت
بعد راه بده به دلت پس
بیرونه این خونه خبری نیست
بمون ببریمش لول بعد

سرده باد خونه
گرمه تابستونش
اما من از خونه خیلی دورمو
لحظه های خوبش
همه مایه دوده معلومه از چشای خونت
سیگارا نصفه خاموشن تو لیوان ِ قهوه های مونده

من یه جای خوبه مغزم
من یه جای دوره مغزم
من یه جای خوبه مغزم
من یه جای دوره مغزم

دندون از بس رو هم میسابم؛میپوسم
سردخونست پسر خونم
مُرده نیستن اما فوقش سر تو برف بچرخونن
برن تو هم شن عن تو عن
تلخ بود طعمش
سخت بود هضم من سردخونم خون سرد موندم
رو یخ بودم جونم به لب اومد اصن جورن
تیرو تخته بد جور هم شه
چشا به فقر که فاجعس
فرهنگش گاهی جو خواریدست
خوار جفتش راضی تر از زامبیه ست
چون پا میدن بش حاجی بد
عارضن که لاشی ان پایه ان به ... میرن
مجنون رسما دیوونستو لیلیم که راضی اس
بچه ها سفالین
ماداراشون کو زن؟
شوهرا تو خاک رس پی واژن میگن کو زن؟
بنگ تو پر
منظورم تیر تو پر
مک بوکم ؛پیر رو دست چسبوندم
چی رو زَ بونم دی روز
پری روز همین
جور غریب
موندم هیچیم رو زمین
بند روحم
نمیشه مثل موزست اینجا هر سو جست
بزنی میبینی هر سوژش
یه رپ خونست
که ترسو کرده تر صورت
هست گونش سرخ از خونش چون
رفت اون رفت معشوقش بود
بعد اونقدر رفت خوند اومد بجا اشک از گونش خون

سرده باد خونه
گرمه تابستونش
اما من از خونه خیلی دورمو
لحظه های خوبش
همه مایه دوده معلومه از چشای خونت
سیگارا نصفه خاموشن تو لیوان ِ قهوه های مونده

من یه جای خوبه مغزم
مغز یه جای دوره مغزم
من یه جای دوره مغزم
مغز یه جای دوره مغزم.

5Pm

(The wind in the house is cold)
The wind in the house is cold
The summer is hot
But I'm far from home
Its good moments
All soot is evident from the eyes of your house
Cigarettes are half-extinguished in the glass of leftover coffee

This is my home
I open the door so you all come in
It's dark, there's little light, their breath is like a badger
My roommates are on mud
Hell is on the mud, they are together, their situation is bad
But don't worry, come back to the appointment, this is the end, take off your clothes
Otherwise, what are you doing here, are you unemployed?
Do you know we are awake?
Do you know what we have?
Weed supply
No, the light is not on, but our eyes are behind the glass at night
At night, candles are lit everywhere, lounging on the living room sofa
We give, time and energy are wasted for free
So that I lock a riff, you become a sentence, I become merciless
That some of my roommates are still like my enemies
They are upset about the relationship between the arts and me
They say don't make noise, don't be excited
They are all residents for years
They don't pay the rent
Tired, no
It's a spell or it's rotten
From my bedroom to the living room
The air is always cloudy, it's cloudy until it's time to go
Then let your heart in, so
There's nothing outside this house
Stay and take it to the next level

The wind in the house is cold
The summer is hot
But I'm far from home
Its good moments
All soot is evident from the eyes of your house
Cigarettes are half-extinguished in the glass of leftover coffee

I'm in a good place in my brain
I'm in a distant place in my brain
I'm in a good place in my brain
I'm in a distant place in my brain

I grind my teeth so much; I wither
My house is cold-blooded, son
They are not dead, but at most they turn their heads in the snow
They go into each other, shit into shit
Its taste was bitter
It was hard to digest, I'm cold-blooded, I stayed cold-blooded
I was on ice, my life came to my lips, they are a burden
The arrow and the board should be together badly
Eyes on poverty, which is a disaster
Its culture is sometimes a vulture
The lowly mate is more satisfied than a zombie
Because they give him a foot, bad pilgrim
They are ashamed that they are scoundrels, they are based on... they go
Majnun is officially crazy and Lilith is satisfied
The children are earthenware
Where are their mothers, woman?
Husbands in clay looking for a vagina, they say where is the woman?
Bang full
I mean arrow full
My MacBook; I stuck the old man on my hand
What should I shake off?
The day before yesterday, the same
A strange way
I stayed, I have nothing on the ground
My soul is tied
You can't search everywhere like a banana
If you hit, you will see every topic
He's a rapper
That made the face more cowardly
His cheek is red from his blood because
He left, he left, it was his beloved
After that, he went, sang, and came instead of tears, blood from his cheek

The wind in the house is cold
The summer is hot
But I'm far from home
Its good moments
All soot is evident from the eyes of your house
Cigarettes are half-extinguished in the glass of leftover coffee

I'm in a good place in my brain
The brain is in a distant place in my brain
I'm in a distant place in my brain
The brain is in a distant place in my brain.