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| | Имя: | Alexey | | Город: | | | ДР: | 1997-09-17 | | Девиз: | Улыбаясь дёснами я делаю мир чище |
| | Состоит в браке: | | | Статус: |  OFFLINE - 3 ч. 30 мин. | | Дата рождения: | 2012-09-28 15:18:09 | | Место: | Столица | | Локация: | Улица Битв |
| | Участвовал: | 105 (74) >>> | | Победил: | 3 | | Баллов: | 70 |
| На часах за 12, темень прячет подонков
Я не хочу становиться с ними в чём-то подобном
'Cause in the nest are cold, though I feel myself a deep house
Another night alone, my heart's buried far away
I hope you never know what are empty skies with no clouds
In the lonely dark my heart dances double A
I`ve been moving cities like the last four weeks
Haven't lived a minute, I've been dying slowly
Know that I'll regret it, but promise you won't leave
I swear
I was never really good with the goodbyes
I would always wonder if I'm on your good side
We would stay up and we'd talk until the sunrise
Did whatever just so I could be a good guy
You threw a party and you knew that I would show up
All I wanted was to get a taste of your love
But you was hangin' with them bitches baby sure enough
I pull up and you pretend that you don't know us
Some have said that I was given keys to the city of your dreams
I'm more content to walk outside the walls and catch a breeze
I'm more inclined to climb on by or ride internal seas
I'm more alive to vibe inside a mansion full of trees
I do this for a reason that they can't pretend to glean
I lose myself infused in something more than what they've seen
I'm not a slave to greed
I don't embrace your make believe
I've never been for sale no matter what they think I need
Ночами, упиваясь виски, пишу тебе письма
Я на тебе помешан, а это первый признак
Достал бы кисти, нарисовал бы твой портрет
Прости, но я не художник и кисти тоже нет |
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