作词 : Тимур Бубеев
作曲 : Тимур Бубеев
And maybe I’m
too used to choose
‘tween

One Lie and two truth.
I mean.
fraud bitches need to come clean,
Like, excuse me.

Pause.

I used to punch people like Bruce lee.
sauce and juice, and blue cheese
my daily menu,
this’s nutritious
for doomed streets and hood dreams
me?

I’ve never met any bloods and crips
i used to know a few kids
who grew up like room trees,
quiet life
With no beefs and no spliffs,
And having no troubles with police and thug shit.

in a nutshell it’s sucks shit and routine,
but to each his own,

So what about me?

I, for one, decided to rock chain and
Spray things,
But it seems, I trapped inside dreams
and can’t spread wings.

and I don't really feel like wake up,
So Maybe I sleep,
If that’s true
pinch me soft, sweet..

Grey of the hair, player’s grey matter,
pray for the best, wait for the next day.
shit change. i can say,
Patience and prayers.

get deep
peel back the layers
Pictures and sketches,
really im just making
Glitch and the scratches,
Where it should not be,

Searching for a place,
where 8th might to stay.
I helped him escape,
from my inner jail.
he came a long way
from day one
to 8th.

But today all hail the seventh.