Jet Packs - Modern shit-talking | Текст песни

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Hello, my convenient state of abundance
I have everything I desire and need:
Hundred excuses of being incapable
A million of chances to use and succeed

Wasting away
Day after day

So many nights I spent at enjoying
Fantasies filled with incredible things
But time passes by and tables don’t turning
And my discontent is a permanent shit

Falling apart
Right from the start

Is there a chance
Of my existence in redress?
Or maybe I
Exaggerating every time?

I took a walk the other day under the sky burst out with rain
With favorite record on repeat and woolen socks to warm my feet
I watched the birds, I watched the trees, I watched the crowded city streets
Until I finally got what piece of crap this song just really is