Текст песни дима больше чем - сопли, часть 2

I'm so tired, you do not find the next
know that you are somewhere, smartly dressed so
again to bars, again went hand
and I on a stone hard for you to push the lads

I do understand dick than you hooked
but your spirits, still slowly melt in my apartment
mirrors, bitch hate Jam
in the reflection, his face, the boy you squander

all need stories of some narco
but I'm a man and I really hurt
fucking not iron, but I find it easier to music
you're gone and now the grass has become my muse

it is not life if you are fucking dead inside
if it was all over, let's bitch chronic
I remember all the filth, the memory I will not squander
and the fact that strangles night, love would call

and you had not called, and I do not need your words
Well you did not like, and I liked but did not gave flowers
BUT sitting stability around your door
walls remember everything they say go ask them

to your mother, I remained the same Dima
like that would be loved and called favorite
her daughter, but you all pohuyu
you lady with the ad, suck dick ruble

but it's more fucking not my concern
let the one who will rule you is hunting
Jam and I are pretty learn
you again to someone went to bed

that someone fuck you again bent in padezde
of the best was a whore, standing in one place
but you you fucking became popular
but that others appreciate to squander two times