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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Becpot
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Timokhov Vladimir Sergeevich
Composer
Бушин Кирилл Вадимович
Lyrics
Vedekhin Egor Sergeevich
Lyrics
Lyrics
Yeah
A money, fame, clubs — nothing like that
Like a cheat code — lucky strike pack
Walk in sleep mode dropping my hat
Finna find another way to get you out my head
Man, I'm on my own shit, never ever gon quit
Feeling like, killing it, taking all their roles, shit
Pocket knife in my dreams it tells me to run
For my life, drown in the water — get some good fun
Wasting money, wasting my stash
Tastes like honey, I got a rash
Bassline in you ears, making you dance
Can't hide evey fear, taking a chance
Rolling stone, know it all, show some respect
Going slow, in my zone, taking it back
2-0-1 and 8 losing my step
Blue note, all i got is booze in the bag
Shedding my old skin like a fucking snake
Bet it on me, my car got no brake
Spending every morning with somebody else
Weathermen kept warning we ain't gonna melt
Shit, my brain is swerving
Shortcut to the lane where it's all clear
Blind on the plane, I don't even care
Wanna kill the pain and start it all again
Закрой рот, дурень, мы тебе подкурим
Какой понт скулить, когда сжимаешь скулы?
Как и где рулить, и чё мне, блять, загуглить?
Какую дернуть нить и с кем не вешать трубки
Ты не тянешь, овца, съебись
Кто выбрал план на жизнь, того меняет случай
И не поможет ни план, ни синь, ни ждать, ни моросить
Инфа ведь тоже может быть колючей
Обидно когда кореш похудел
Обильно что-то пробовал везде
Магниты собирал, да всё не те
Турист, но только в лесополосе
Temperature is rising, need to spend it on my health
It's declining
Rich and quick? but stock price fell, I'm digging-mining
Bring it to the end one time her lipstick shining
Yo, music grooves in the back, you sneaking out, bitch
No man we ain't selling crack, but we still sound rich
Slamming the door, it ain't solving nothing
Bangin dem raw, little bitches think I'm forrest cutting
Riding on my wave and
I don't need no horoscope
Cherish what life gave
So I smoke this dope, yeah
Fake gold chain — throw it in the trash, yeah
Vain hopes stay, so we tryna match, yeah
Memory dying — it's erasing
Ain't doing time I'm in the safe space
So we just vibing out in a safe place
And every night it feels amazing
Writer(s): бушин кирилл вадимович | тимохов владимир сергеевич | ведехин егор сергеевич
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