Тбили - Красота
текст песни

I'm at home, tied to the floor
I don't understand why I feel so terrible
And outside the window, spring is singing its melodies
And telling me, "Come out, damn it!"

Bitch

What beauty
And it tempts me to break free and go there
But I can't, not yet
I have to finish writing this verse

Mmmmmm

What difference does it make what I write about?
Because you still won't understand me
Drugs, love, weed, well...
What else is fashionable?

My pure memory
I'm sifting through it, it's a game, isn't it?
Or maybe something with swag, trendy hip-hop, yo
So that some bitch shakes her ass