Текст песни S-N1ke - Художник

I drew my life on the walls near the barn
The school was a good student but drawing a couple
I tore the sheets of yearbook
For another deuce waited at home mom
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Growing year by year became rebound
A little later, with the ends of view of the world changed
I do not put higher than resident
But my graffiti on your walls wait
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It's not just the drawings is life in colors
There you will not find all the faces masked silhouettes
This is my story and take-read
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Put on repit this track is my story
In the hands of balonchik with paint on the wall of fire
Soon your eyes will see the fear
From the fact that the wall you'll find your ashes
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I am not an artist but cocks shaking hands
This alluring rap on bottoms kerf
And let the people judge it is not a crime
I'm not sick but draw a plan of attack
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I write poetry as if it was not difficult
Call porisuem with you at any moment
No matter what the day or late afternoon
Come out to the street Blow out the candles at home
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These speech sounds you fly into ears
As shooting buckshot stun you
Pay close attention to the line but the meaning is there between the lines
Pump the hand is not wet
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In his hand lock, I'll close the door for you
Remember the wolf does not accept guests
I poebat on the experience and views
I paint as a hobby you like monsters
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Collect power fist hit the wall Man
Now, you're a hero all the same wall broke
And the blood flowing down harden wallpaper
Do not tell anyone about the beatings inflicted thee