Adamant ft. ИNkkи - Кто я
текст песни

My option to stay in my memory, not to sit down, go where they are not waiting,
Where there are no advertisements, urban outskirts, old walls that will remember my route.
Or just get out of his game that he came up with himself, created himself, the winner of his losses,
I decorated the future in order not to leave a mark, the past that I gained to live at the bottom.
It's just ... too simple for me, angry ... It is too difficult to be alone,
I am constantly angry for the fact that my whole world is only a microphone and not to compress my life into a habit.
Only inhale to dilute the bridges, only one exhalation to destroy everything, one dream is long into this life, one love in which I do not need twice.
I tried to breathe this oxygen three times, forgave everyone for falling below,
He scolded himself four times, for the fact that his hands dropped, for the fifth time, when he was looking for himself only where closer.
Only where is it more comfortable, the comfort of the homeless, the blind sun, the cooled coffee, the closed number, the keys of the intercom, sediment ... But all this is important ...

Chorus: adamant

After all, I know who I am! This music will continue me if,
They will repeat ... Thousands of Fans are my songs, but also empty ... but also empty ... in my soul ... I do not have enough fire ... Fire! (2x)

2 verse: inkki

Everyone around grows up, becomes successful, and I still play black and white keys,
I still dream of becoming a little more famous and I want in my hearts, turning on it, burned ... alive!
And this is surprising everything, my whole life was limited, only by a microphone, my whole life fits into one mp3 and everything else goes through a mediocre background.
Not lucky ... neither in love, nor in cards, nor in the family, nor in the grandmothers, but lucky when I connected it without knowing notes, this blue-terto ... ooo ... ooo ...
And he gave me a new breath, and a new life, and I know that ...
Such as I prescribed, die before, but fuck! I have written a lot of lines, they will not die,
So far, someone puts pressure on the sake of millions,
I am writing an album, without the army of fans, stupid minions.
I was unlucky ... They will say: that I was unlucky! I will think ... that I was unlucky ... for a dick you, people! After all, you only need my muzlo ...
And I so want that my mother called for breakfast, so that I would wake up, already in a revived house,
That I could fall asleep with someone nearby, I wanted to be like everyone else, but I became an adult ... so early ...
Already at 15, my mother was replaced by my apartment, only she was waiting home, such a feeling, my Mike replaced my friends, but anyway, whatever one may say, it will be empty here ...
After all, the microphone will not get behind the shoulder, like a friend ... no ... After all, these walls will not replace my mother ... No ... no ...
After all, my pain will remain with me, she buried her there ... no ... And this world no longer seems so round to me ... I will fly down ... and my world list ... and I will live in these notes Here, even lying in the ground.

Chorus: adamant

After all, I know who I am! This music will continue me if,
They will repeat ... Thousands of Fans are my songs, but also empty ... but also empty ... in my soul ... I do not have enough fire ... Fire!