Панки в Большом Городе - Разбитый iphone
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On the way to the house with a broken screen
And without a password in the back in a taxi
My phone slipped out of my pocket
I showed everyone pictures, your nuds
Personal life, as I slept in the toilet
Squeezing a bottle of water tightly
Archives in a cart, a recipe for a pharmacy
Where they sell discs from the head
He talked about terrible secrets
In the notes that I recorded
Data on the cards on which
For a few years my fee
Reproduced all my songs
Which I hid in the voice
Broken iPhone in the back
Told everyone - what I am for the type
I drove, I drove
Photos and nudes Your
Somewhere in the back in a taxi
Yes, I didn't know
You hear, I didn't know
That you want love
You want love with me so
I drove, I drove
I fucked myself
I drove you
Yes, I didn't know
You hear, I didn't know
That I drove you
That he passed himself
In the morning with your hands, the clap-clap pockets
No phone - shocked
Fear eats a wave from the inside
From heels to a sore head
The whole compromising evidence that I kept in investments
And did not want to delete
Photos from ex, dirty porn
My dicpics saw my mother
The drunk from the club was returning
And I wanted to become a little better
But only in the morning, in a crumpled bed
When I retreat and under the pillow
There was no iPhone
With a broken screen and without a password
I passed my whole life
Fuck
I drove, I drove
Photos and nudes Your
Somewhere in the back in a taxi
Yes, I didn't know
You hear, I didn't know
That you want love
You want love with me so
I drove, I drove
I passed myself
I drove you
Yes, I didn't know
You hear, I didn't know
That I drove you
That I drove myself
Na-nara-on-on-on
Nara-Nara-on-on-na
Na-nra-on
I lost my phone