Loc Dog - Кристина
текст песни

And again...
I already wrote about this man
Christina matured, but for me she will forever remain uncomfortable child
In her albums, there is nothing about us ...

You painted beautifully on white sheets
Your impossible world, dream in seven colors
We held there for hands under the kiss of the winds
And the sun over you, and the sky in the clouds, and we ...
We pumped your world like comic paws of those problems
That you could not, like drawing
If your mother, like a whore, with all but not here
Probably you are right, here you can bring
After all, I can understand Chris

Break in mirrors, drip from her children's eyes
For all drawings not about us, in her albums
I wanted to compose how her mother hated
But Christie will fall asleep on my hands, and again ...

I waited when you settle down and silence for an hour
So as not to kill your sleep, breathing on zero
Morning and the sun will come new not for us
I am a brush in watercolor to draw with you
You draw our home, but it doesn't look like
On the cold of these walls, here hiding February
But if your burner is like a loaf, then what
Probably you are right, here you can bring
After all, I can understand Chris

Break in mirrors, drip from her children's eyes
For all drawings not about us, in her albums
I wanted to compose how her mother hated
But Christie will fall asleep on my hands, and again ...

I will draw the arrows to this house - the route
So that this bitch knew the place where her all wait
Christie draws you in the dress of celestial colors
But the whore does not touch this palette of album sheets
She comes when you have no one to go all night
And somehow ineptly hugging her native daughter
It kissing, forgetting to wash lipstick
Still a couple of sips and your phrase "I am a bad mother"
Play this life for 4 years
It is convenient for you after all the mistake of life under the supervision
And for this not my native blood
I will give your stupid life to without any "but"
You continue to laugh at me
I have rap and fans, you have life and glory
Yesterday Christina told me that he loved me
More than you, so who is here in fools? a?

Break in mirrors, droplets from her children's eyes,
For all drawings are not about us, in her albums ...
I wanted to compose how her mother hated,
But Christie will fall asleep on my hands, and again ...

Break in mirrors, droplets from her children's eyes,
For all drawings are not about us, in her albums ...
I wanted to compose how her mother hated,
But Christie will fall asleep on my hands, and again ...