Флор - Pain
текст песни

I see a demon in the mirror
And I don't give a fuck about price tags
The chances of someone killing you are high.
take care of your originality

hundreds of knives cut your back (hey)
have you already dropped everything?
Another second, you'll die (hey)
You know, no, I won't cool down (hey)

past in stamps
No more
An injection into your vein
with zampacta extract

crows circle
here on your head
you'll die from the blow
cold winter

The flow excites me
go to the front
The bitch bro will take me away
God will take

are you my bitch enemy or brother
enemy or brother
you're probably just an asshole
Throwing in the wrong place

Broken, broken system
I painted, bitch, all the walls
you know I don't give a fuck I have no money
I'm a slacker, you'll die without forgiveness

You're gay, gay, but not Man Ray
I’ll outdo your guys like Kashchei
this is a highway, speedway, okay, I'm slay
Okay, fucker, catch some bream

Bitch look for me from below
You see me in your shadow
who the fuck was chosen by God (Me)
you won't see your life

I will kill your family
I'll stab you in the bathroom
not a robber, no, not a spectator
I'll just be a maniac

better hide from me
if you don't want blood
less pain, no all roles
you'll just die an outcast

the thoughts of those demons in my head
I imagine your body in a bag
My head is on the floor, I grabbed the chains
hands behind the head, bullet in the gut