DubGame, HK - Миллион проблем
текст песни

We are all outcasts of distant land
The blow flew in the back from a height
And I flew to the bottom with a stone
It was your last whim

A million problems in my pocket
Where to get money, make money
There are no long ago, whom I have called friends
My life shit, don't call mom

Dreamed of pink glasses
I wanted to see fate
But pain and fear in your eyes
Appeared in death
Dreamed of pink glasses
I wanted to see fate
But pain and fear in your eyes
Appeared in death

A million problems in my pocket
Where to get money, make money
There are no long ago, whom I have called friends
My life shit, don't call mom
A million problems in my pocket
Where to get money, make money
There are no long ago, whom I have called friends
My life shit, don't call mom
A million problems in my pocket
Where to get money, make money
There are no long ago, whom I have called friends
My life shit, don't call mom

Mom, mother, mother, mother, mother, mother
Mom, mother, mother, mother, mother, mother
Mom, mother, mother, mother, mother, mother
Mom, mom, mother, mother, mother