StereoТип - ...Но, верь мне
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Дни проводимые без написания музыки просраны в ноль,
Все кто говорит, что их оставили музы, посланы мной.
Я не могу представить свою жизнь без строчек и нот.
Добровольно отдав сон, за текст поставив ночи на кон.
Знаю будет просто слишком, серо и приторно,
Если я откажусь от мечты, не стать мне первым и лидером.
Любой твой стёб в мой адрес точно не ударит по нервам.
Я сам себя презираю, в бошке бардак, Но верь мне.
Ты выбрал дорогу к мечте, значит ты на верной тропе,
Но если же нет, то придётся просто свой век пленно терпеть.
Я лучше уж,выдохнусь, сдохну, чем отрекусь от того чего ради дышу.
Пусть сгину, заглохну, иначе ,без боя к могиле счастливым вряд ли приду.
Я рву себе душу ночами на части, готовый взорвать весь мир!
А завтра пожму тебе руку, так без печали с улыбкой ведь вид
Внешний, снова не выдаст, думаешь знаешь меня? Нет! Ты
Ошибся. Мой второй дом блокнот, в который несу я бред ли?
Или же правду, которая скрыта со смыслом украдкой загадкой?
И мне не важно, выберешь ты для себя урок жизни упадок, иль взятку.
Главное дважды подумай прежде, чем свернуть, в отказ дать задаток,
Который в тебе так сиял, себе же потом в отмаз врать за дар тот.
Слишком много требую я от себя, сил снова не хватит,
И всё же упорно вперёд, с верой что мой слоган закатит
Людям схожим со мной. Будут вторить, словом забайтят,
Хоть не толпой, но точно верить в меня, словно я дал им,
Что-то больше, чем примитивные фразы, но это не так,
Ложно, ведь наверно я байтер, уебак, мудак.
Возможно, я не тот кто словом твой решит дилеммы.
Ведь я сам себя презираю, в бошке бардак, но верь мне!
Ты выбрал дорогу к мечте, значит ты на верной тропе,
Но если же нет, то придётся просто свой век пленно терпеть.
Я лучше уж, выдохнусь, сдохну, чем отрекусь от того чего ради дышу.
Пусть сгину, заглохну, иначе ,без боя к могиле счастливым вряд ли приду.
Days spent without writing music are zela to zero,
Everyone who says that they were left by the muses, sent by me.
I cannot imagine my life without lines and notes.
Voluntarily giving a dream, putting the night on the con.
I know it will be just too, gray and cloying,
If I abandon my dream, not to become the first and leader to me.
Any of your banter will definitely not hit my nerves.
I despise myself, in Boshka a mess, but believe me.
You have chosen the way to the dream, then you are on the right path,
But if not, then you will just have to endure his age.
I’d better get exhausted, I’ll die, than I will renounce what I breathe for the sake of.
Let it be stalled, otherwise, without a fight to the grave, I hardly come to the grave.
I tear my soul at night into parts, ready to blow up the whole world!
And tomorrow I will bring your hand to you, so without sadness with a smile, because the view
External, will not give out again, do you think you know me? Not! You
Wrong. My second house is a notebook, in which I am delirious?
Or is the truth that is hidden with a meaning to steal a mystery?
And it doesn’t matter to me, you will choose a lesson in life for yourself, or a bribe.
Think the main thing twice before turning, to refuse to give a deposit,
Which was so shone in you, then he would then lie in the excuse for the gift of one.
I demand too much from myself, I will not have enough strength again,
And yet stubbornly forward, with faith that my slogan will roll
People are similar to me. They will echo, in a word are funny,
At least not in a crowd, but to exactly believe in me, as if I gave them,
Something more than primitive phrases, but this is not so
False, because I'm probably a baiter, a fucker, an asshole.
Perhaps I am not the one who will solve the dilemma with your word.
After all, I despise myself, in Boshka a mess, but believe me!
You have chosen the way to the dream, then you are on the right path,
But if not, then you will just have to endure his age.
I’d better get exhausted, I’ll die, than I will renounce what I breathe for the sake of.
Let it be stalled, otherwise, without a fight to the grave, I hardly come to the grave.
Everyone who says that they were left by the muses, sent by me.
I cannot imagine my life without lines and notes.
Voluntarily giving a dream, putting the night on the con.
I know it will be just too, gray and cloying,
If I abandon my dream, not to become the first and leader to me.
Any of your banter will definitely not hit my nerves.
I despise myself, in Boshka a mess, but believe me.
You have chosen the way to the dream, then you are on the right path,
But if not, then you will just have to endure his age.
I’d better get exhausted, I’ll die, than I will renounce what I breathe for the sake of.
Let it be stalled, otherwise, without a fight to the grave, I hardly come to the grave.
I tear my soul at night into parts, ready to blow up the whole world!
And tomorrow I will bring your hand to you, so without sadness with a smile, because the view
External, will not give out again, do you think you know me? Not! You
Wrong. My second house is a notebook, in which I am delirious?
Or is the truth that is hidden with a meaning to steal a mystery?
And it doesn’t matter to me, you will choose a lesson in life for yourself, or a bribe.
Think the main thing twice before turning, to refuse to give a deposit,
Which was so shone in you, then he would then lie in the excuse for the gift of one.
I demand too much from myself, I will not have enough strength again,
And yet stubbornly forward, with faith that my slogan will roll
People are similar to me. They will echo, in a word are funny,
At least not in a crowd, but to exactly believe in me, as if I gave them,
Something more than primitive phrases, but this is not so
False, because I'm probably a baiter, a fucker, an asshole.
Perhaps I am not the one who will solve the dilemma with your word.
After all, I despise myself, in Boshka a mess, but believe me!
You have chosen the way to the dream, then you are on the right path,
But if not, then you will just have to endure his age.
I’d better get exhausted, I’ll die, than I will renounce what I breathe for the sake of.
Let it be stalled, otherwise, without a fight to the grave, I hardly come to the grave.
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