Текст песни дима больше чем - сопли, часть 2

I'm so tired, you do not find next
know that you are somewhere, so smartly dressed
back to bars again went hand
and I'm on solid rock, pushing for you kid

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

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

it is not life if you're fucking dead inside
If everything is over, let the bitch of chronic
I remember all the filth, the memory I will not squander
and what stifles night, love would call

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

for your mother, I remained the same Dima
like that I would be loved and called favorite
her daughter, but you all pohuyu
are you the 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're fucking you become popular
but that the value in the other two times squander