Текст песни eyesbeatz - к тебе

Your words for me, like ice,
And our flight is broken by a plane
and will not go to maneuver
Your relation to me is vulgar, then rudely,
No one will understand
I know how your lips smell - deception,
You are not a gift, you don't need to climb into your pockets
God fed me instead of Manna Karma,
instead of manna porridge, noodles on the ears,
I listened to her and thought it was as if better
Neighborhood Kupchino or Orekhovo Zueva,
You are in three boxes of lies and I carry it
The heart is split, if you shout there - hear the hum