Lest Lige - My life is on the paper | Текст песни и Аккорды

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Take my life bro. com on! I don't need it anymore.
Steal my word, my name, forget everything I've said.
Burn my soul. Or otherwise I'll blow your head off
Not literaly, but it's gonna happen in your brain.

My art implies sacrifice. I don't give a shit.
What I say! I might lie! I can steal even your stile.
People say I am tough. Am I tough? They are right.
I like playing with firem commonly placing in front

of me. The only thing. The only case.
The one big white brick can fall down on my face.
I don't understand what's going on. Is it vanity or stress?
There are a lot of people around me running in a mess.

I don't like being in stress, but it's the reason I rap.
Am I bad? I don't know. Among my friends I am the best.
One leg front. One leg back. One straight arm. Laying dead.
I do everithing to become a pride for my Dad.

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My life is on the paper. Just read it. Know what I say.
My soul is in my pen. I use it to explain
Whats going on in my life. Whats going on in my brain.
Read it. Be my friend. Read it. Be my fan.

I look for my phoenix. It flys somewhere away.
My heart is chilling. Because of distance it's always grey.
This lifestyle kills me and I look tired again.
My parents are pleased for me and I just do what I can.

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Nothing has changed since i inserted some changes.
This rap just rapes me. My style is too ancient.
Even My girlfriend says my rap is really damn shit
I try hard. You can smell my amp-pit.

Every time I write this I get exponentially better.
My bar rises higher Every time i grab it.
I don't like battles. Maximum i can pass you my letter.
Stay together rappers, I'll talk with you later.

Add some salt into your soup. Bite some music palp.
Make your music brighter. Then you will become a star.
Remove all patches from your scars. A lot of pain and blood.
I removed the knife from myself and all this blood comes out.

And i pumped up some blood in my pen instead of ink.
And now my paper is full of red, I'm a teacher for myself.
I can't say that I'm happy but I live pretty well.
And everybody will be judged by this God in the Hell.

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My life is on the paper. Just read it. Know what I say.
My soul is in my pen. I use it to explain
Whats going on in my life. Whats going on in my brain.
Read it. Be my friend. Read it. Be my fan.

I look for my phoenix. It flys somewhere away.
My heart is chilling. Because of distance it's always grey.
This lifestyle kills me and I look tired again.
My parents are pleased for me and I just do what I can.

I want to say, speak in music. I don't need to say it nice. I don't even care about it.
lots of you say " You have tipical russian accent " So WhaT?! "You need to work it out" No I dont.
I just bring here russian style.
It's not about SWAG, sex, and money.
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call me when you are free. I will find you
Unless I'm busy as you

silence - nonesence. Darkness - more rest."Lest" means "be best".Keep building your nest.

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