Ты не один такой я до сех пор фонатю у него правда доходит музыка до душы спасибо ему если бы не он то я бы всегда грустил ❤

Got u

Nothing left on the soul, But alcohol and smoke. Soaked by the hood, forgotten kid, Attacked the blue. You shouldn't speak up about potheads. And these are our everyday lives, they are stupidly ordinary. Falling asleep high in four walls, It's something like a habit. You can check it yourself, But you don't fucking need it. You can believe me, I know what I'm talking about. You will have a better tomorrow. This is not new to us, on equals beggary, Meets with a bright outfit. Wish I could run up till the final, so little is left. Yes, I feel falling. I don't need support, I'll overcome all hustling rush. Luck, fortune, hit of weed, No matter what you say to me. No close relationships, straightforwardness without, Any useless moves hatred or noose on the neck. All people around so much fucking talk and, Wanna bite me with words. I laugh at the thrown dirt because sure that I've bitten by means of actions. Mom, I'll buy a huge house and take you all of you, I promise, While flying in the clouds. Tomorrow will be a best day, Without any bustling, with no loss. No rot and no whores. Without searching where to find cash. Without native at zero. Without the mother's tears. With no boys at the bottom. Tomorrow will be a best day, Without any bustling, with no loss. No rot and no whores. Without searching where to find cash. Without native at zero. Without the mother's tears. With no boys at the bottom. I run far, far away from everything, it's pulling me back. I try to get better day by day, but it's not true. Withstand, try not to get here - miserable vibe. Yes, maybe I ain't good enough, but I never wish bad. Be better than me, I grant you 52 hertz. Be better than me, do not take the bad, being close to me. My soul is no longer the same. Acrid smoke filled me, From head to toe. Water is under my feet. But I am the same as then, mom. I'll take your sorrow. I'll be better, I promise. Because I know for sure. Chorus, Santiz: Tomorrow will be a best day, Without any bustling, with no loss. No rot and no whores. Without searching where to find cash. Without native at zero. Without the mother's tears. With no boys at the bottom. Tomorrow will be a best day, Without any bustling, with no loss. No rot and no whores. Without searching where to find cash. Without native at zero. Without the mother's tears. With no boys at the bottom

нашол😂

Ну что, тачку купил?) уже год прошел😂

Рил брат

Особенно если у тебя саб стоит басы ебашут ток в путь

ок

Russian

Russian is such a dope language, I wish i knew russian.

с суетой с потерями..