Do or Die I
Ты говорил послушай
Но им было всё равно
Я вынырнул наружу
Ведь на дне так холодно
Мой страх снаружи
На экране - чёрно-белое кино
Мне надоело кровь и тело
Но другого не дано
(Ay)
Грязью покажу как жить
Словом напишу как быть
Кровью научу любить
Только не порви мне нить
В городе нету ни шороха
Я на обойчине в поиске пороха
Чувствую голод, и тело разъёбано
В доме намолено, мне всё дозволено
Woke up, I'm alive, man
Can't remember shit about the drive, man
Pistol gripping, seven-five, you know we gon' arrive, man
Doing anything that I can do just to survive, man
I know that this shit ain't a game, I won't get not revive man
My music so bipolar, just like me, I got no style
Love the night time, streets are empty, we gon' walk the mile
Ever since I was a child, always thought that I'm defiled
Born in Ireland, writing poetry, so call me Oscar Wilde, yuh
Can't stop getting high, yuh
Even if I tried, yuh
I ain't gonna die, yuh
Ballin' in versailles, yuh
Ballin' in dubai, yuh
Wait, that was a lie, yuh
I'm just passing by, yuh
Don't even know why, yuh
Killing 'em feels like a dream, yah
Loving the way that they scream, yah
Making it feel extreme, yah
While I be poppin' the lean, yaah
Bitch we be aiming the beam, yah
Cruising around with my team, yah
Cruising around with my team
Aiming the beam
Yah-yah
Но им было всё равно
Я вынырнул наружу
Ведь на дне так холодно
Мой страх снаружи
На экране - чёрно-белое кино
Мне надоело кровь и тело
Но другого не дано
(Ay)
Грязью покажу как жить
Словом напишу как быть
Кровью научу любить
Только не порви мне нить
В городе нету ни шороха
Я на обойчине в поиске пороха
Чувствую голод, и тело разъёбано
В доме намолено, мне всё дозволено
Woke up, I'm alive, man
Can't remember shit about the drive, man
Pistol gripping, seven-five, you know we gon' arrive, man
Doing anything that I can do just to survive, man
I know that this shit ain't a game, I won't get not revive man
My music so bipolar, just like me, I got no style
Love the night time, streets are empty, we gon' walk the mile
Ever since I was a child, always thought that I'm defiled
Born in Ireland, writing poetry, so call me Oscar Wilde, yuh
Can't stop getting high, yuh
Even if I tried, yuh
I ain't gonna die, yuh
Ballin' in versailles, yuh
Ballin' in dubai, yuh
Wait, that was a lie, yuh
I'm just passing by, yuh
Don't even know why, yuh
Killing 'em feels like a dream, yah
Loving the way that they scream, yah
Making it feel extreme, yah
While I be poppin' the lean, yaah
Bitch we be aiming the beam, yah
Cruising around with my team, yah
Cruising around with my team
Aiming the beam
Yah-yah
Credits
Writer(s): Nikita Malcev
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