FARAOH - Дерево
текст песни

I smoke like nothing to lose me
For me those kids pick up as a vulture
You wanted us to fuck, but it is unlikely
On the asphalt you become understanding, bitch!

I whatever the ghost
Sweet pain, cooked on sour
All these whims stuffingly Winston
And the aftertaste, I will go to Eclipse
They will sink and pull your hands
Ash might to me on poppy again collapses
I smoke at home and collapse me around me
The dust of the blanket on the wind will become fluff

Ask the question where I am and where are you
Where I was silent rose again flowers
Where I smoke only owls and smoke
But she ascribed us to the face of saints
Where are we there no longer live
For them, it became cool to what I got used to
I'm still on fool as if it should be
I will leave myself among the yellow foliage

Come out if I undermining my bilate
Tommy holds my back unidentified form
I go and smoke under a thousand lamps
Behind me, the darkness blows the napalm
My bitch looks like Julia Wang
On me every time after salt for the baths
Morse sip under the bush those lavender
And always I am in the flora fruit BLANT

You thought the next day would come here
See you are not in poverty but in poverty
Here they feed the shit these thousands of bodies
But you are what you eat after all you wanted