Lyrics Pop - Мои Ракеты Вверх

Pop

Hit me in a face
I’m falling down
No matter i’ve lost
No matter i’ve found it on the way down
No one’s triying to pick me up from the ground
Solid sooth and clearence.
Just you making me pop.
Just you
Whatever.
Hang about to put-up.
Congratulations.
Things that i’ve lost can give a breathing space.
Just you making me pop
Whatever you breaking me or shaking me or making me a ledger-bait
If you’ll try me on provoking rage
I’ll heap it up with a rattles of bones.