Три дня дождя (TDD)
Kryptonite
[Intro: Call Me Karizma]
I want you, and I hate it. Try to fight it, but I gave in
Lips like kryptonite, yeah…
I want you, and I hate it. You’re my poison. I can taste it
Every time we kiss, it’s like, lips like kryptonite

[Verse 1: Gleb Viktorov]
You’re Satan
Devil horns on your forehead, baby, you ain’t playing (Yeah)
If you were, then your score would’ve been amazing (Yeah)
You’re a whore; I’m a whore; why the fuck we waiting?
We waiting…

[Verse 2: Call Me Karizma]
I was raised gentleman, I’m pretty far from gentle, man
Go as hard as venison; go to war like veterans
Got a sword and everything. On the floor we’re sweating
I’m pretty sure we’re getting a little sore
Where did that come from?
That bum-bum, that bumped up against me
I fucked up your name. It was, um, um… McKenzie?
Got a text from your number and jumped on my 10-speed
I love when you tempt me, again, please

[Chorus: Call Me Karizma]
I want you, and I hate it. Try to fight it, but I gave in
Lips like kryptonite, lips like kryptonite
I want you, and I hate it. You’re my poison. I can taste it
Every time we kiss, it’s like, lips like kryptonite
[Verse 3: Gleb Viktorov]
We’re broken (Yeah)
Try to fix all the shit we’re in, but we’re hopeless
Want to run, want to hide, want to dive in the ocean (Yeah)
You’re a whore; I’m a whore; let’s get it going; it’s going

[Verse 4: Call Me Karizma]
And I don’t wanna talk a lot, sitting in this parking lot
Drinking Arnie Palmer as my stomach rots
Are we gonna fuck or not? Fuck, I fall in love a lot
What you want? Driving straight to hell, and I don’t want to stop
And it’s true, I’m dude who’s pretty awful at this
Off of the wall ever since I got off of my meds
I shouldn’t call, but you got me where you want me again
I thought we were friends; I guess it’s pretty obvious that

[Chorus: Call Me Karizma]
I want you, and I hate it. Try to fight it, but I gave in
Lips like kryptonite, lips like kryptonite
I want you, and I hate it. You’re my poison. I can taste it
Every time we kiss, it’s like, lips like kryptonite

[Outro: Gleb Viktorov]
Broken
Broken