Бандитолепный - Beatpull | Текст песни

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• Бандитолепный
• Beatpull

like a baseball beat that is close to violence
i made that shit that is in the fucking silence
superstar, number one,
i don't give a fuck about this luck
i stuck in the sative syndrome,
and i never been so alone
i sit here on my own,
making from the mind brain storm
oh no, these time is sick,
make me creep in the darkness street,
with word "sorry" on my lips
never felt so deep
hell yeah you better meet
me again in another time,
in another spot of life,
two thousand twelve december
recognize
grab the knife
but stiil alive,
seven death don't make pride
i kid, prison goodbye,
in the night,
turn in the corner
and run for freedom, run for life
away from this, and from sight