Idris - Октябрьский флоу
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Hey!

You know I'm above this -
Above cheap fame
And gossip about exes, baby
Above their fees
And fashionable embroidery on jeans
Babe

I lived on the other side
Where there is no strength to smile at the sun
Didn't know my youth
Until it comes to an end

Always been for the truth
Surrealism on weekdays
I can't believe it, but it was all true
And everything was damn hard

Learning to think broadly and without prejudice
If you look closely at other people's sins
It's easy to see yourself there
To those receiving the ovation

In this vanity fair
We are all guests of honor
We were all spinning in this waltz
We all love to wash bones

I can't sleep from anger
I don't sleep because of my conscience
Keeping records of my mistakes
I'm aiming for the big leagues

But is there enough ink for this story?
Or have I achieved everything?
They make barbs
I'm tightening the noose on them

She tells me "don't give a damn about them"
"You are the best! You know it"
I share with her when we are alone
By what lives in the heart

Who are they all?
All those in whose gossip I am a scoundrel
I'd like to look them in the eye
I bet
They wouldn't know where to go

On Monday
I'm just as tired
Like at the end of the week
The regime has gone astray
I'm looking for the one
Like a needle in the hay

Trying to do the right thing
Like Henry Cavill's character
With the letter "S" on the chest
Advise like a weight
I feel a weight on my chest

My love is like a coal in the fireplace
Lies and warms, burns and smolders
But everything is not for those people, alas
Hey

We live simply, but think loftily
She wants to be my wife
But I have other plans -
Much higher than the mountains

She caught up with my ex
Not knowing who she is
Now we laugh about it
The little girl is doing well with self-irony

He jokes that we need a general chat
What will come to visit her at a late hour
These are correspondences that I cannot post
Hey

This beauty has a sharp mind,
These are punches that won't see the light of day
Punch stuck in the throat with a bone
She is still that interlocutor

Someone will judge us
Finds flaws and carries their banner
But the instigator will also enter the flames
This is a disastrous path

All you need is a smile
And silence, baby
Smile to solve problems
Silence so as not to create them anymore

This is an online debate
Harsh gossip dressed in morality
Children in men's bodies
And the Internet that raised them

What happened to us?
Friar judges as if he were made of metal
I wouldn't show off myself
And it's funny to me

The word "never" turned around
Against me twice
And came back to me one day
My worst fears

And I looked into their eyes
We all know that life is an exam
But there are such tasks in this test
They will change you forever

You're not ready for them
The devil is much more dexterous
What are you used to thinking?
He is in the little things, the little thing itself is nothing
But what do the little things add up to?

Something to think about
There is something to fix before I die
While Uber is driving while you're here
While this beat is beating!

Hey!