Lyrics Копюшон Ноу Мо - Кто сказал

Goes hunting for wolves here Kopyushon my neym .
Who said that he left ? No, he was preparing the show .
Rear burning city behind deserted soul.
Dense cold steam let me scents .

I keep going back , maybe you do not listen.
Who looks at the reflection , I was waiting for someone in a puddle.
They are silent , so better protecting eyes ,
After all that I once saw , to give publicity .
Legs are on red , I do not dictate feelings
I see a beautiful life even with the absence of a pulse.
Kicking cans in the trash , my long-awaited solo album .
I know that will not let go , the song - a dangerous drug .
On wires lay frost got the machine in the stream.
I can see it because of his death in the trenches .
People are hoarding experience, but I press on the senses
If your brain - motherfucker , I'll help back .
Helium puts pen marks on the skin,
Sedatives tabusy strew in the hallway.
Half the night lain , cursing himself for many things,
In the end, stood up and proved that I live in a notebook .
Listen to my rap , mister, it's cold as an iceberg.
If your speakers down, cut and puzzle.
Here Kopyushon my neym here well believe me,
And then I came to your house if the door creaked .
Uneducated teenager fucked up thoughts
Who lived with their lot , but it is challenging .
When I hear music , I imagine movies
And no there is nothing I would love more .
Look : my town , opposite the stand to your streets.
And what would you think there is not , I do not hide my face ,
I do not risuyus , I draw colored pictures ,
And , on his knees , I swear to love music .
I fuck what you thought , I'm fucked up in the roots,
I accept the battle alone, crossing out the formula .
My world is my stage , I will not tell you the price
My rider - white sheet , my poetry , my problem .
I make the bed , stuck headphones bit new .
I will not die to harknut in ebalo ambulance dock .
Euthanasia , screams, I do not go over the river ,
I fear buried there , finding a notebook of these tracks .
I mad, it is not, I think.
I'm locked in this box and hand it from hunger,
I eat the head, hear , in the toilets pour medication.
We are convinced that we are crazy , pryataya perfect.
One guy spitting in the district with intercoms,
Corrugated mind itself puts chords.
We are two strips of dough , ether , open Tesla .
I lost my temper , because there I found my place.
I do not judge and do not judge your tracks at all,
And my outlook on life does not benefit you .
I'm a terrible joke, I send all of your success ,
There is music and the shrill laughter .
I'm so tired of your eyes my favorite life
I do not span between the fall of the soul so quickly.
Just want to be happy , regardless of style trends ,
What fucked me once I attached a stimulus.
Then saw himself as under anesthesia see sense
I specifically did : kept people on track.
The moon was full garden, sitting down , I began to think at night
But out , were brothers , right now replaced handwriting.
Minus plays long , birds fly , let them remember .
I do not want your new world , lives in me baby
Invent everything: emotions , smiles and faith
Where jumped from the battery , making it a loop of nerves.
When choosing a hero clicks letters gamer
Typing nickname, often I Kurt Cobain
Always shoot first , I'm sorry , that came out hard
I like a knife that cuts the soul.

Goes hunting for wolves here Kopyushon my neym .
Who said that he left ? No, he was preparing the show .
Rear burning city behind deserted soul.
All my life, like the sky, reflected in the puddles .

Goes hunting for wolves here Kopyushon my neym .
Who said that he left ? No, he was preparing the show .
Rear burning city behind deserted soul.
All my life, like the sky, reflected in luzhah.-vk.com/m_c_e_m