Chillwagon - Góra trupów

Borixon
Cities full of shortcuts
Walls full of throws in them
Your dead people
Your new YouTube casket
My wardrobe full of clothes
Lungs full of bouts
The shoemaker walks without shoes
Your ass full of pellets

Qry
You are from a city of great dreams
Where the amph is a god
Here, fun is shared
Most have no plans
I'm riding a chillwagon
It fucked you up with your shoes
You're alive, you're a homie
The rest is a mountain of corpses

Borixon
All YouTube full of subs
There are no miracles fucking
Your glasses full of ice
Our clubs are full of people
Your life is a collection of sorrows
Several looped loops
You would like to sell it
There are no such purchases

Kizo
Chillwagon not U2
Come just as famous
Behind us a mountain of corpses
We are professionals
Even the Cali Cartel itself
He asked about Sicario from Poland
The rifle is still loaded
One bullet is enough

Borixon
Cities full of shortcuts
Walls full of throws in them
Your dead people
Your new YouTube casket
My wardrobe full of clothes
Lungs full of bouts
The shoemaker walks without shoes
Your ass full of pellets

ZETH
I invisible as a ghost
And you are dead as corpses
ZetiHa just pulled in like a bang
Into the lungs of this fucking group
I feel like a young God
I fall into a chillwagon, not a reins
I just did something fucking
And I'll do it again soon

Żabson
You want to make us boo
So stukupuku
No sudden moves
Don't scatter ashes
To the haters' funeral
I dedicate income from this verse
Chillwagon, Chilwagon
Youth word of the year