Emptiness under the skin, as well as a sign that I did not become
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Like a lot of uninteresting people, but maybe
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This will become my identity
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Attraction to me too, attraction without a couple of hopes
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There is silence in my heart, but there is something barely noticeable
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The city will be shrouded in darkness at night
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And we are unlikely to smoke at the dawn
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You have worries, how are you?
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And I'm the same child without coins,
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But I believe in my world and I will burn it to the ground
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All the words that drowned me every day
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I put everything on love and conscience, but
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I trampled myself to the waist
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At least a million stories, miles from home, but took a hundred steps
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Without honor and zero, this is a dream
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I already want to move the muzlo to the people, becoming not the people, but the one
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who could not find the main flaw in their box
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I don't care if I get lost in myself
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And in vain I can be completely in the dark,
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But I know that I will have to endure everything when I give everything for music
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Eat me
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This is my city, my atmosphere
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I see myself in every puddle as a wanderer
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And everything will be as the universe wanted
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So we are unlikely to know what is right
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In this perhaps not our country,
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But on earth, where we feel our home
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Everyone dreams of everything to go upstairs,
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But everyone does not know that you need your own experience
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I made more than two dollars on drops, maybe
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But no more than a banknote that was just given to the homeless
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Someone wants to get settled like no one before and after, but I've been in a whirlpool for the eighth year,
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without any help
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Studied for experience, what was free
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When muzlo was a dope for a few from the area
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I took a micro and worked until they jumped through the windows
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Everyone who had an opinion that ... it's not fashionable
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Usually whores and rednecks, nerdy classmates
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They just rubbed me
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It's a hobby, nothing more
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Now I see who they are years later, I'm against them
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And stood on his own, but still in a foreign field,
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And my father was dissatisfied, since the university I have been docking
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I took it as soon as everyone understood, I was worthy of something
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And sometimes it's so hard for me without money, but I remember in hell
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Difficulties drown when you are touched, only touching a dream
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Icon for indoor
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We do not hoard all comments
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I just drop solo albums
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For cell phone ringtones
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To my hundreds of robbers
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This is growth and your mood
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To dispute many
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And you remember my acceleration
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Like the whole album is like opium
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I give what was not worth
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After all, built over the years
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Something that wasn't worth a cent
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One hundred percent ready
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Barefoot, but basically don't give a fuck
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I will be proud and satisfied
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What I believe exactly from the cradle
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On your way without shelter
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It is significant if you lead along a long path, lead without vice
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Not for money, but for chorus
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Nezapadlo, and not in scrap, but
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If god gave me tons
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Ideas means cool
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I couldn't have done otherwise
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You could whistle to anyone
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This is Expine, I believe that
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I get under my skin
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I couldn't have done otherwise
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You could whistle to anyone
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This is Expine, The Void album
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We will gather stadiums |