Текст песни минус - Липкий реп

Enough baby Enough, quarrels
I'm tired of this dream-believe
Like laughter malice become dull
How to live on all is lost

I'm tired I'm sorry, what's next, I do not know
Rep blood normally all Kumar fly
Painfully I did hurt my heart
are you all and I was walking drunk on konechke

And so it all began romance, flowers,
First kisses knock heart bitching very
Feelings blazed and breathed us all
Yayi you to rest easy on his beard

The roads ran, she wanted popdruga
what the fuck friends the life of me I will not be friends
Better with his brother on the little hut prikamarim
We dream of small because we have one but not the way you