Let's get in touch, we'll see you, I'll call you back good luck
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I always say that who knows me guy
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I don't care much about the numbers that I dialed while drunk
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Or they called me in the morning, you know
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Let's not talk like that anymore
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Either closer or fuck it I always tell them so
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I only need one thing, okay, but I'm all about myself in the market
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It happens that the dissatisfied only flicker
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There are so many girls in my feed, I'm just shocked
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If you don't believe me today, then fuck off
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They wrote to me they wanted to tell me something
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They also wrote, offered posts, advertisements
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Once upon a time I was on a wave who needs to know this,
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And today everything behind has long been under the bumper
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I am alone - this is a team of real snipers
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I have so many things to do
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I have so little strength
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I haven't been this hungry in a long time
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For me the world was not beautiful
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Doesn't connect, I can't hear you on the wire
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Only if it's so bright, leave me a roof
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In place of my old habit
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Old stash - not a task, I didn't subtract it
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I don't subtract what I prefer
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Subtract, subtract, straight from the paper
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I don't subtract what they expect from me
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I subtract, subtract, subtract, subtract
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Every day I subtract, subtract
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Consider me dear, I'll leave you for tea
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I subtract, I subtract everything scooping from my pocket
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Don't think of me like that, just read my lips
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I am the most ready at the party
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You don't know who I am - look at the sneakers at the entrance
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I'm not much up to the heights and so far from the bottom
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I did something weightless while everyone was biting their elbows
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The couples all did not become plain for me, no one blood and
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I didn't think about myself only when I didn't care
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These are not plans to build, I'm not literate in quarrels
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These bitches know what I hide where my conscience is
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My solo is little salt, man, I'm a soldier, it's weaving
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Not reasonable badly woven I'm not standing you know sorry
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My roots are uprooted and I don't get fed
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Your tears in the monitor are just an image I don't build
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Nothing, from myself I am still what I was then
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What happened yesterday, what swam where circles on the water dragged to hell
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I did not drown, my family did not carry me in their arms
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I myself have become such to whom relatives no longer call |