Poland I don't want to spit out such empty words White lines, I don't think so, I don't have time for that A little weird, if you know, says Mr. Rapper Me They want to have more of it, that's why I feel the pressure and I feel like G You fold your hands again, it won't give you anything more, it will only spoil the blood There is a thin line between take and let go I hold the talisman, it tastes like a bow Oh, cold as ice, I wish my son to break his arm I want to love this sign to the end, I've always had a soup and it was supposed to be soup I don't want to talk to the cord anymore, this line fucks me up like a cooler Draw on the wall, with the guys behind me, they are a wall, you have a barricade like a fool And you wanted to make fun of me, but you eat cheap food, the money won't pay me the bill Hey, if I had a guitar, I wouldn't bother you Hey, because you pull the string so hard that my tone is already changing There is no option today, but today there is a legal option I didn't come back for breakfast, because I ate too much First there are lines, then there are lines, fun, habits and distorted modes Everything here was like a diva, everything on the occasion of a diva There was no tomorrow, you won't be able to have fun like never before Everything is as fast as a bisque, and I still have a role where the bisque is It's a question, it's a skip, and it's almost like a beat *** you I'm already waiting for you What's going on there? What's that smell? What are those donuts?