Brass
That's it.
Givein' me kicks in a balcony,
Cigarettes in passports
When you're acting like yourself
Then I got messed up
Living in my swamp
Living in comfort zone
Hanging out inierten золоте
Floor
Still trying to shout
Don't wanna fly
Hanging out inierten золоте
Floor
I'm an immortal addicted to nicotine,
alcohol,
alcohol,
alcohol
I'm a solophobe,
you can't wash it,
it hurts,
tears without salt
I'm in the field,
bro,
drops,
I'm in the field,
bro,
herbs
I'm in the blood of my tank,
I'm a lost,
cursed jug
I grew up in the undergrowth,
I don't heal anymore
The undergrowth is so similar,
everyone is passing by
And I'm among them,
snake,
snake,
snake,
snake,
snake,
snake,
snake,
snake,
snake,
snake
Damn collapse,
knees,
knees,
what are you doing next to other colleagues?
All the time,
Rodrigo,
my hands are shaking,
I have to live in the garden until night
The city is praying for my youth,
that it slowly,
slowly,
disappeared in it
And I get used to living with my animal,
I'm used to the trash
I'm a monkey on the balcony,
a cigarette in the mouth
You create yourself,
I create without a back
I live in a swamp,
in a comfortable building
I'm a lion without gold,
my walls are in the sun
I'm a monkey on the balcony,
a cigarette in the mouth
You create yourself,
I create without a back
I live in a swamp,
in a comfortable building
I'm a lion without gold,
my walls are in the sun
And you don't think about it,
and you don't think about it
And the toilet in the body is a dose of dopamine
For a full pill, you will be forgotten
Know that life is a cheap substitute
And iron from the eyes,
from the eyes from the mirror Disappeared
from the sky like a green autumn
In the eyes of a thousand,
in the joke of life,
in the laughter of the honest
I hide enough, I don't paint me,
my, my
I didn't waste time,
because there will be no more
I'm dirty,
I'm a poet,
I'm a porter against panel paintings
And while the panels are still on,
five years before the industry
On her head,
the cables are under the roof,
they are broadcast
Collective consciousness,
for what the foreigners in the dark stream
I sat for so many years,
judging the conscience,
burning the story of life
I fell from time to time through the concrete,
I drowned in the atomism
I'm on the balcony,
a cigarette in the mouth You create yourself,
I create without a back
I live in a swamp,
in a comfortable building I'm a lion without gold,
my walls are in the sun
And you don't think about it,
and you don't think about it And the
toilet in the body is a dose of dopamine
I'm a poet, I'm a porter against the wall
I'm a liar,
I'm a porter against the wall