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Chords. Whole song chords: Em C Am B7
[Verse 1, 104]:
I woke up at 9, simply because
The matter is on the other end, and it is urgent.
We have messengers here and there, we can see a lot.
99 percent of my brothers are shabit, but
But he manages to do everything every time and the movement draws empty,
(The most) The most complete packs of all possible vanities.
I easily catch the most successful opportunity in it,
I'll give it to her twice just in case.
[Chorus, Scriptonite]:
I have chains, chains, chains around my neck and kisses;
Whining, whining, dad will give you all the Louis.
Put on the curtains, because we shine, not our sneakers;
Zorski, Zorski, Zorski, we are young, but bosses!
[Verse 2, Scriptonite]
I set off at 9, into the city absolutely sober.
The right is all shared by roots, nine whores, three lesbians.
It hammers abundantly on the body, it can do it separately;
I am confident that this hobby is one of the most interesting.
The heart is not a door, unfortunately repetitions;
The sound is always moderate, even where there is no conversation.
Gunpowder, fuck gunpowder, right in the corridor;
(Invigorates) what's on the curtains in the morning, the bitch is like Rita Ora!
[Chorus, Scriptonite]:
Whining, whining, dad will give you all the Louis.
Put on the curtains, because we shine, not our sneakers;
Zorski, Zorski, Zorski, we are young, but bosses!
I have chains, chains, chains around my neck and kisses;
Whining, whining, dad will give you all the Louis.
Put on the curtains, because we shine, not our sneakers;
Zorski, Zorski, Zorski, we are young, but bosses!
[Verse 3, 104 + Scriptonite]:
It's 45 in the shade, I need a fan here.
There is firmach in this air, sprayed with spray.
How can you surprise me, I need the whole fan -
From money to money on which we grow up.
Yes, sometimes it skids, but I always know where;
The only question is money. There is money, because there is an idea.
Sometimes your nose is wet from your week,
Like one of my days, but we don’t even have a hangover.
If vanity is a sport, then we have entered the world.
In the bustle like that Saturday, I continue to call.
After all the fuss and wholesale, you don’t even understand!
After all, it’s not you, but a trashy monster, no matter how much you feed yourself.
Yes, we got bored with those, and even with those over there.
No, it’s always been like that for me, because all my interest is in fact.
I look at their movements and laugh as if I were watching TV.
Money is money, and a huge f*ck of money is their opinion.
[Chorus, Scriptonite]:
I have chains, chains, chains around my neck and kisses;
Whining, whining, dad will give you all the Louis.
Put on the curtains, because we shine, not our sneakers;
Zorski, Zorski, Zorski, we are young, but bosses!
I have chains, chains, chains around my neck and kisses;
Whining, whining, dad will give you all the Louis.
Put on the curtains, because we shine, not our sneakers;
Zorski, Zorski, Zorski, we are young, but bosses!
About the song Scriptonite - Chains (feat. 104)
- Throughout 2016-2017, various names were called for the second solo album of one of the most popular Artists in Russian rap, Adil Zhalelov. And so, Scryptonite released the second numbered release, which received the final name - “Holiday on 36 Street”. The tracklist of the record consists of 13 brightest tracks, on the feats you can hear: Vasya Basta Vakulenko, 104, Benz, Niman. On the release, the platinum song PARTY received a new version; The good tone of this publication was the presence of a skit, and one of the biggest surprises was a fit with Nadya Dorofeeva, who is a member of the group TIME AND GLASS, and is signed to the MOZGI label, which is led by Alexey Potapenko aka POTAP - the same one who sings with the most beautiful girl Ukraine - Nastya Kamenskikh. I must admit - this is an unexpected turn in creativity. The official presentation of the released album will take place in St. Petersburg on May 26 this year.
Verse 1: Scriptonite
I woke up at 9, simply because (what?)
There's a case on the other end and it's urgent (Ye-ye-yeah)
We have messengers around here and there, we can see a lot (true, true)
Nine to nine percent of my brothers are shabit
But everything succeeds every time and the movement just draws (the most)
The fullest packs of all possible vanities (I'm in it)
I easily catch the most successful opportunity in it
I'll give it to her twice just in case.
Chorus: Scriptonite
I have chains, chains, chains around my neck and kisses, Louis
Louis, daddy will give you all Louis
Verse 2: Scriptonite
I set off into the city at 9, absolutely sober (sober)
The right one divides everything Corbit, nine whores, three lesbians (abundantly)
Pounds generously on the body, can do it separately
I am consistently confident that this hobby is one of the most interesting (the most-most-most)
The heart is not a door, unfortunately and repetitions (repeats)
The sound is always moderate, even where there is no talking (gunpowder)
Gunpowder, fuck gunpowder (gunpowder), right in the hallway
(Invigorates) what's on the curtains in the morning
Bitch like Rita Ora
Chorus: Scriptonite
I have chains, chains, chains around my neck and kisses, Louis
Louis, daddy will give you all Louis
Wear something, we shine, not our sneakers
Nipples, nipples, nipples, we are young and barefoot
I have chains, chains, chains around my neck and kisses, Louis
Louis, daddy will give you all Louis
Wear something, we shine, not our sneakers
Nipples, nipples, nipples, we are young, we are barefoot
Verse 3: 104 & Scriptonite
It's forty-five in the shade (shade), I need the top here (top)
There's firmach in this air, sprayed with spray (spray)
What can you surprise (seriously), I need the whole top
From money to money on which we grow up
Yes, sometimes it skids, but I always know where it is.
The only question is money.
There is money, because there is an idea (you know)
Sometimes your nose is wet from your week
Like one of my days, but we don’t even have a hangover.
If vanity is a sport (sport), then you have entered the world
Bustling like that Saturday (Saturday), I keep calling
After the fuss and wholesale, we don’t understand them
After all, it’s not you, but a trashy monster, no matter how much you feed yourself
Yes, we got bored with those, with those and even with those
No, it’s always been like that for me, because all my interest is in fact
I look at their movements, I laugh as if I were watching TV
Money is money, and a huge f*ck of money is their opinion.
Chorus: Scriptonite
Wear something, we shine, not our sneakers.
Nipples, nipples, nipples, we are young and barefoot.
I have chains, chains, chains around my neck and kisses, Louis.
Louis, daddy will give you all Louis.
Wear something, we shine, not our sneakers.
Nipples, nipples, nipples, we are young, we are barefoot.
Adil Zhelelov is the most ordinary Kazakh guy. But he becomes unique and unique when he goes on stage and performs his works. He is known among rap fans as Scryptonite. On May 24, 2017, fans of the extraordinary singer received a gift - the second album “Holiday on 36 Street.” The release was expected with great impatience, and intrigue added fuel to the fire - almost until the last moment the name of the long-play was not known. The result is a magnificent collection, which includes thirteen vibrant tracks. In the collection you can hear the voices of not only Sriptonite, but other rap artists who, as they say, perform “on the beat.”
For example, the composition “Chains” was created together with rapper 104. The lyrics of the song are filled with the anxiety of the modern world. It talks about loneliness in a crowd, the vanity of life, its commercialism and much more. The presence of profanity somewhat limits the circle of viewers (at least officially), but the younger generation, who are mainly fans of Scryptonite’s work, will not be deterred by such trifles. Studying the lyrics of the song “Chains” you come to the conclusion that contemporary art can be much deeper than it seems at first glance.
Lyrics of the song "Chains"
| First verse: 104 |
| I woke up at 9, simply because |
| The matter is on the other end, and it is urgent. |
| We have messengers here and there, we can see a lot, |
| Nine to nine percent of my brothers are shabit, but |
| But he manages to do everything every time and the movement draws empty, |
| (The most) The most complete packs of all possible vanities. |
| I easily catch the most successful opportunity in it, |
| I'll give it to her twice just in case. |
| *** |
| Chorus: Scriptonite |
| I'm wearing chains, chains, chains around my neck and kisses. |
| Dad will give you all the Louis. |
| Wear something, we shine, not our sneakers. |
| Nipples, nipples, nipples, we are young and bosses. |
| *** |
| Second verse: Scriptonite |
| I looked out into the city at 9, absolutely sober. |
| The right is all divided by roots, nine whores, three lesbians |
| Pounds generously on the body, can do it separately |
| I am confident that this is one of the most interesting hobbies |
| The heart is not a door, unfortunately repetitions |
| The sound is always moderate, even where there is no conversation |
| Gunpowder, fuck gunpowder, right in the hallway |
| (Invigorates) what's on the curtains in the morning |
| Bitch like Rita Ora |
| *** |
| Chorus: Scriptonite |
| I'm wearing chains, chains, chains around my neck and kisses. |
| Dad will give you all the Louis. |
| Wear something, we shine, not our sneakers. |
| Nipples, nipples, nipples, we are young and bosses. |
| I'm wearing chains, chains, chains around my neck and kisses. |
| Dad will give you all the Louis. |
| Wear something, we shine, not our sneakers. |
| Nipples, nipples, nipples, we are young and bosses. |
| *** |
| Third verse: Scriptonite & 104 |
| It's forty-five in the shade, I need a fan here. |
| There is firmach in this air, sprayed with spray. |
| How can you surprise me, I need the whole fan. |
| From money to money on which we grow up. |
| Yes, sometimes it skids, but I always know where it is. |
| The only question is money, there is money, because there is an idea. |
| Sometimes your nose is wet from your week. |
| Like one of my days, but we don’t even have a hangover. |
| If vanity is a sport, then we have entered the world. |
| In the bustle like that Saturday, I continue to call. |
| After the fuss and wholesale, I don’t understand them either. |
| After all, it’s not you, but a trashy monster, no matter how much you feed yourself. |
| Yes, we got bored with those, and even with those over there. |
| No, it’s always been like that for me, because all my interest is in fact. |
| I look at their movements and laugh as if I were watching TV. |
| Money is money, and a huge f*ck of money is their opinion. |
| *** |
| Chorus: Scriptonite |
| I'm wearing chains, chains, chains around my neck and kisses. |
| Dad will give you all the Louis. |
| Wear something, we shine, not our sneakers. |
| Nipples, nipples, nipples, we are young and bosses. |
| I'm wearing chains, chains, chains around my neck and kisses. |
| Dad will give you all the Louis. |
| Wear something, we shine, not our sneakers. |
| Nipples, nipples, nipples, we are young and bosses. |
Original clip
[Verse 1, 104]:
I woke up at 9, simply because
The matter is on the other end, and it is urgent.
We have messengers here and there, we can see a lot.
99 percent of my brothers are shabit, but
But he manages to do everything every time and the movement draws empty,
(The most) The most complete packs of all possible vanities.
I easily catch the most successful opportunity in it,
I'll give it to her twice just in case.
[Chorus, Scriptonite]:
I'm wearing chains, chains, chains around my neck and kisses;
Dad will give you all the Louis.
Wear something, we shine, not our sneakers;
Nipples, nipples, nipples, we are young but bosses!
[Verse 2, Scriptonite]
I looked out into the city at 9, absolutely sober.
The right is all shared by roots, nine whores, three lesbians.
It hammers abundantly on the body, it can do it separately;
I am confident that this hobby is one of the most interesting.
The heart is not a door, unfortunately repetitions;
The sound is always moderate, even where there is no conversation.
Gunpowder, fuck gunpowder, right in the corridor;
(Invigorates) what's on the curtains in the morning, the bitch is like Rita Ora!
[Chorus, Scriptonite]:
I'm wearing chains, chains, chains around my neck and kisses;
Dad will give you all the Louis.
Wear something, we shine, not our sneakers;
Nipples, nipples, nipples, we are young but bosses!
I'm wearing chains, chains, chains around my neck and kisses;
Dad will give you all the Louis.
Wear something, we shine, not our sneakers;
Nipples, nipples, nipples, we are young but bosses!
[Verse 3, 104 + Scriptonite]:
It's 45 in the shade, I need a fan here.
There is firmach in this air, sprayed with spray.
How can you surprise me, I need the whole fan -
From money to money on which we grow up.
Yes, sometimes it skids, but I always know where;
The only question is money. There is money, because there is an idea.
Sometimes your nose is wet from your week,
Like one of my days, but we don’t even have a hangover.
If vanity is a sport, then we have entered the world.
In the bustle like that Saturday, I continue to call.
After all the fuss and wholesale, you don’t even understand!
After all, it’s not you, but a trashy monster, no matter how much you feed yourself.
Yes, we got bored with those, and even with those over there.
No, it’s always been like that for me, because all my interest is in fact.
I look at their movements and laugh as if I were watching TV.
Money is money, and a huge dick of money is in their opinion.
[Chorus, Scriptonite]:
I'm wearing chains, chains, chains around my neck and kisses;
Dad will give you all the Louis.
Wear something, we shine, not our sneakers;
Nipples, nipples, nipples, we are young but bosses!
I'm wearing chains, chains, chains around my neck and kisses;
Dad will give you all the Louis.
Wear something, we shine, not our sneakers;
Nipples, nipples, nipples, we are young but bosses!
