asdнакатал текст за несколько минут
биток нормльный? Под него и раскажу
Что мне просто без тебя трудно жути ууу
на этот раз по ходу я влип серьезно
ебанутый я сам себе перекрыл воздух
Бывает ненавижу себя за все эти сопли
Когда отпустит,Нужно точно найти где здесь стоп
Ты поднадуй немного свои губы
Blame MeOoh
I've been wondering why these niggas, why they hatin', why they change on me?
Ooh
I put everybody on, but when they lost, they put the blame on me
Lately, I've been tripping, I ain't been feeling like myself
I was in positions that I should've never played a part in
I gave them all my heart and they left me so scarred
Ooh
More MoneyMore money, more problems
Starboy, but no stardom
Same chart, but different column
Rollin' dice like a brother come from Harlem
I'm on the road, never home
I'm cookin' dope on the stove
'Member nights I was cold
NovacaneNovocaine, Press!
Murder, murder, murder shit
M-m-m-murda
[Verse 1: Pressa]
He got pneumonia, his lung is no longer
I'm smokin' deadmi, this that dead people aroma (this that deadmihana)
I fell in love with the stove and the toaster