[Verse 1]
They say I sold myself, right, I'm asleep somewhere in the pack
I'm going with my world against this world
The reality is fucking, it literally fucks in the eyes
Tears now, no control, I do not want Your goodness, save me
I can not be normal, so seriously and for show, maniusz
And the docs dismiss why I do not want to open - guess
The drunk is standing, stop farting, do not tell me about my eyes
How should I put myself together?
The answer to the questions is fucking untruth
A colleague does not drink anymore because he has been dead for a long time
From top to bottom, I see you running in a clown costume
I know, health, riding
What else?
I do not know if I am young and rich
Because I have only moments and I have seen better times
A single Cola and double something that is supposed to overthrow me
Only so I stand on my feet because I'm paradoxical
Do not tell guy, you're cool
And so I will break up on my elbows, and they will go to the huts
I will have to stay, the room will still be smoked after you
We are what we feel when we are alone
I do not know what's up
I saw how the elites were puking under each other, once I was puking with them
I only laughed once
It's a lipstick on the lady's cigarette, did anyone get a bloody bleed?
And with the last hesitation he could not find himself?
I'm going for a walk from here, I'm skinny, I'm not bald, I'm fucking, so what?
You have so much to the street as you beautiful Backstreet Boys
How do you think that hajs will help you ease your life here
That's what you exchange for Bison for Pillowers
My ears are aching from listening to myself
I create inconsistencies that want to get out of the can
Sometimes I do not believe that I will change people's fate
At night I can not sleep, and in the morning I do not want to wake up
Like this city, so I do not know what I am
Where is my place, how much I will spend in it
If fart is exhausted, then the fucking man will recharge him like a battery
Cold whiskey drops, somewhere in the woods
Instead of the blood that will stay in me today
Because I will make a toast with death, for what is indifferent to us
You ride me like a sage, and I want to go like Bentley
And you ask me yet, I say nothing more
The more I am everywhere, the more I am nowhere
He keeps the bomb forever, my arms are strong
A pile of dirty letters, people take them to the cubicles
Because they are vulgar, but never washed
I do not get precisely because I have drunk too much
I'm falling down and people are making a resolute face
Life twister, the hand goes on the neck
And he gets up, and people continue to make a resolute face
Although they did not believe in my strength before
How could they do it if I did not believe it myself?
Today I'm going so long that I'm running
I've been running for so long, I think I'm in it, I have a moment
Leave something more than an inscription in the register
Than paint on the wall before entering
You know best yourself!