Beats By Cheese - Oi, Cyka Blyat, Turn it up! Lyrics

Yo, cyka blyat, turn it up!
Tears mix with beats, love's a dirty cup!

In Adidas tracksuit, she says "Let's go!"
Bass drops harder than my feelings, bro.
Her eyes on me, but I feel exposed,
Like banya steam-hot, but way too close.

"Why you cry, brat?" she asks with flair,
In the middle of action, I just sit and stare.
Balalaika plays deep in my soul,
Feelings rush like vodka-can't control!

Cry in the banya, bass pounding loud,
Tears on the sheets, we make love in a crowd.
Kalashnikov rhythm, emotions explode,
In this Russian hardbass episode.

Zamkni rot! Don't ask why I'm weeping!
Bass drops harder when my soul is leaking!

"Lyubov' or drama?" she whispers soft,
But my heart's harder than St. Basil's loft.
A single tear drops-it's pure like snow,
Hardbass harmony, where emotions flow.

Feelings-like gopniks, they sneak attack,
Shashlik cooking while we lie on our backs.
"Blin, it's life!" I shout to the skies,
Crying while bass slaps my thighs.

Blyat! Sobaka! Oi, oi, oi!

Cry in the banya, bass pounding loud,
Tears on the sheets, we make love in a crowd.
Kalashnikov rhythm, emotions explode,
In this Russian hardbass episode.

Adidas dreams and salty tears,
Sex and sadness, my greatest fears.
Gopnik anthem, absurd and raw,
Crying in banya, the Russian law.

NA ZDOROVIE!