Текст песни sidebeats prod. - believe in..

Bottle, edge of siga, hole
Do not imagine pain your picture
like a vegetable along the wall staggering a little load
and every 2-3 minutes I pouch the pulse
and you count on how scary in the morning do not wake up
so scary to fall asleep, with the thought of fucking
in the morning immediately to the mirror itself
I look at how much I wrote about it
I will never write a new russie under the dress
although this is so essentially to make no
I am so wrong well, how many times he threw forever
But the next day I caught caustic varieties