I'm writing this miles from home
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With a stone on my heart
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Both a two and a half ton rock
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I'll drop the sentiment
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When I don't want it to be a novel
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I'm like Momo in this
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I won't be fooled
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And mom would also like to
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Let me settle down
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I'm sitting on the balcony
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I watch the smoke rise
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I wonder if there
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I will build and hang
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And you step into the void
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I'll close that mouth «bim»
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I'm groping, I'm groping
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And a few years in the pussy
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My ego come back to earth
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I'm groping, I'm groping
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I'm sorry I don't have feelings
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I sometimes don't understand myself
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You might be wondering why
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Did I throw it away like that?
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Maybe I'm screwed
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And maybe he was born that way
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And maybe you cry and
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You keep looking at your mobile phone
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And you pray that finally
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It flashed and rang
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I'm like a cold German
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Fucking cold selfish
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Which will probably never happen again
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He won't fall in love because of you
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Well, I deserve it
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After all, I have the rock in my name
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Disgustingly hard Peter
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What could have been a fiance!
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I'm groping, I'm groping
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And a few years in the pussy
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My ego come back to earth
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I'm groping, I'm groping
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I'm sorry I don't have feelings
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I sometimes don't understand myself
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I am writing these lines
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In an empty apartment
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I have questions in my head
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Who weren't at graduation
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How many fakers were waiting there |
Until he figures it out
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Still, I'm afraid that
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Can you represent me at all?
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I always believed in myself
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You didn't believe me
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Well, why the fuck like that
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Uncertainty lived in you
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You are a beautiful woman
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And this is what she wanted to hear
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Well, it's a shame that I'm saying it now
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When it's over funus
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I'm groping, I'm groping
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And a few years in the pussy
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My ego come back to earth
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I'm groping, I'm groping
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I'm sorry I don't have feelings
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I sometimes don't understand myself
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It's a cliché
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That the lava didn't help us
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I sincerely hope that you
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He is sleeping better now
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It's not a god thing
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When one is having fun
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And the second one is waiting for him at home
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When does it swim to the shore?
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I volunteered
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He chose this life
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Although I was hoping for a while
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That it's not over
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I just had to get over it
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Write and rap
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Well, I don't need you anymore
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Probably to explain this
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I'm groping, I'm groping
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And a few years in the pussy
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My ego come back to earth
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I'm groping, I'm groping
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I'm sorry I don't have feelings
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I sometimes don't understand myself |