Текст песни mishamihailov - дороги длинные

Trouble with everyone, run fast
Dial the numbers behind the house
Nothing burns as fast as my dreams
I want to die, but I'm almost still alive

Shut up, don't throw words
Is this Miami? No, this is the fucking Basement
The roads are long, long exits
Knives in the back, turn the wrong way

The roads are long, long exits
Knives in the back, turn the wrong way

I laugh now, I will cry later
I can't control my head, I can control the fashion
Nicotine childhood, breathing space through my nose
I don't give a damn about everything, everything except those close to me
My joy, not yet close

Be careful: do not choose what is convenient, respectable.
choose what you wanted, regardless of any rules
Be who they never would be
Hostage to your body, don't be afraid of the consequences
The effects of drugs, violent porn
When I'm around, chicks take care of your throat