Текст песни полина король рэп - поебота

I wrote it down in a notebook
all these notes
but you will say again that this is a job
half a job I will erase this is a true story
about how, instead of creativity, a dull bang.
I will burst into tears, I will burst into tears, I will stop
I will write, erase, tear and all over again.
what is important to you?
stupid to stick me?
wake up! do you hear? I'm a poet, not a bitch!
and I write notebooks for days,
for you, but you only love me with cancer.
all texts, minus and caps will go by marriage
and I thought I was talented.
and on the knurled I sort out the formats,
to please you and it's all in vain
and I'm not afraid to write about it so loudly
because this track will not play in your speakers ...
and why? but because you just give a fuck
and the rapper, to be honest, also died in me
breath in the darkness, rustle from outside, who is here?
this is my second me-dumb cross!
and it started again to continue the story
conscience gnaws, but you can't row back
new drifts new splinters
by the nose pulls life forward with the scent of mimosa