NAIXYS - Галогены
текст песни

The halogens dance in the night
Just a little longer, then a kiss on the lips
You’re burning up—a little foreplay
Calm me down, don't freak me out
I won't need an extra minute
To show you all my talents, essentially
Don't play games with me; I’ve kicked that habit
I don't fall for money or clubs
She remembers everything, but I’ve forgotten her name
Those curves are so important—but only for the moment
I won't ignore you; I’ll give in to the pressure
Kiss me slower, show me what you’ve got
Her boyfriend will never know about her doubts
What weighs on her conscience? What utter disdain?
Her iPhone is on silent—come on, hurry up
You’ve wanted me all this time, haven't you?

And once again—pain; once again—fighting
Her boyfriend’s on the line—but where is her conscience?
Tears on her body, and more excuses piling up
How can she reclaim the past and still remain the same?
And once again—pain; once again—fighting
Her boyfriend’s on the line—but where is her conscience?
Tears on her body, and more excuses piling up
How can she reclaim the past and still remain the same?
Loose morals and living life on a whim
You don't need much—that’s a fact you know well
Her moans are sweet—and you know it yourself
She’s here with a friend, but she’s getting fucked over there
She claims this is her "first time"—what a load of bullshit
Sorry, man—I honestly didn't know
She sent photos to my DMs so I wouldn't forget
I hope you wore a condom when you were banging her

The DJ set drops my tracks—it’s a total bitch-fest
She’s the ultimate clubber—she belongs on a pedestal
I walk past the sluts with iPhones in their hands
She asks for my number, but I won't give it to her
These bitches get passed around like flyers
I’ve got her whole Instagram on lock—just a swipe away
Are you truly better than all of them? Or am I just tired? No need for doubts—I know it all myself.
And I don't even need to introduce myself;
My tracks speak for me instantly.
All my thoughts lead to ecstasy.
My stage name hangs around my neck like a diamond.
My DMs are flooded with custom photo requests.
I’ve lost the desire to show my face anywhere anymore.
Sorry if I suddenly finished too fast—
Either you’re better than all the rest, or I’m just fucking fed up.

And once again, pain; once again, arguments.
He’s glued to his phone—but where is his conscience?
Tears on my skin, and nothing but excuses.
How do I bring back the past and still remain the same?
And once again, pain; once again, arguments.
He’s glued to his phone—but where is his conscience?
Tears on my skin, and nothing but excuses.
How do I bring back the past and still remain the same?
And once again, the whole cycle; once again, arguments.
He’s glued to his phone—but where is his conscience?
And once again... it all repeats.