Текст песни GONE.Fludd - Адепт стиля

[Verse 1]

I can't count that money
That I leaked to drugs
The bitch wants to see me
We'll see you in hell
Plugs on the block know
Who smoked all this crap
Boshek slides like the Alps
High, but I can

Conquer this peak
Without getting your feet dirty
A pair of blunts, a glass of gin
The bitch is the most juice
Hey slut don't breathe on me
What's the tone?
There's no soul in this bitch
And that's the whole joke

She says the name
But I'm in too deep
When there's so much smoke around
The bitch is breathing hard

I eat these pussies for breakfast
Young Sartre
Don't waste money
Savage this is the west
Not one step back
Bitch smells
My johnny in my teeth
Falls down in one gulp

[BRIDGE]

Fuck bitches
Give paper
The air is full of scents

God forgive me
I only idolize plag

[HOOK]

The bumps are nicer than the pussies of these bitches
My bumps are nicer than these bitches' pussies
The bumps are clearly more flavorful than the pussies of these bitches
My bumps are nicer than these bitches' pussies

The bumps are nicer than the pussies of these bitches
My bumps are nicer than these bitches' pussies
The bumps are clearly more flavorful than the pussies of these bitches
One, two, three hundred
Until the spirit leaves

[VERSE 2]

Pale moonlight
Vices shine in my eyes as stars
I only see a bluff
When you try to fuck
Bitch fuck it
Fuck shit, your cunt is banned
Take the sleek ego away
It's just funny to me to listen to this fucking nonsense

I cut tongues with a blunt knife
What a shock
You cut my ears with a stupid shit
Cheap show

Close your mouths
Lost Fludd
Like the new Kennedy
Who are you
I don't care
Cause I fuck Symphony with Melody
Back and front
You will not believe
Fuck these beats
I fry on a spit
Young chef
With clips of pepper
I'm like Bronson
Added spices

[BRIDGE]

[HOOK]