Не Беспокоюсь

A nervous diary written to the beat: the vocals seem to recount a list of victories and habits - banknotes on the table, a new school in the pockets, and a calm killing of anxiety through the beat in the speakers. Here, bragging is mixed with a ritual of stress relief: reading rap like brushing your teeth, signing long checks like dotting the i's. Images flash by - a console, a hammam, a water park - and it seems that any problem can be solved by simply repeating one phrase, like a spell that turns anxiety into profit.

There is an ironic softness to this: the poverty of the past fades away alongside the habit of counting cash and playing the legend of one's own lightning-fast luck. The repetitive refrain works like a soothing melody - “I'll cut out stress,” “everyone I know is already a millionaire” - and leaves behind the feeling that the world is settled not by drama, but by a series of confident actions.