Onodera feat. МЦ ПЛАЦКАРТ - Ява
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Double knee crunch
I'm bursting at the seams
Like, to spite you
But who knew my music was trash

My music is mostly for retirees and their daughters
My music is for wanderers, nomads, and the like
Apparently, a hex was cast on me a decade ago
I'll make a face, scream at the top of my lungs, goodnight

And tomorrow, a new look
Trying on a new mask
You won't crack the window
You won't finish reading an adult fairy tale

Not enough room to breathe
The path from trickster to buffoon
Not enough time to catch my breath
My superpower is to screw up my chances

I throw my sneakers on the wires
They fall and hit my forehead
Trying to put together a gang
Its members are a whiner and a snob

By the collar The bug is jumping
The only person I can talk to
I hug the waitress
Tears embrace the apron

Drool falls onto the tablecloth
This is a familiar thing
For the waitress Suzanne
I'm not in my body

And in the incubator of mediocrity
A hoard of imaginary problems
Trying with a shark hook
To fish the monster out of myself

Not enough time to breathe
I expect a catch in every compliment
I sit in the gap between sleep and reality
I have an alcoholic's cough from Golden Java