Triper, Cristalis - Kills City
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We're driving a fucking car, a pack of pills.
We're with our homies, but sometimes angry cops are playing.
We're going to the city, fucking weed.
I'll fuck your bitch there.

Killed an hour ago.
You won't wake up anytime soon.
But definitely in a fucking coma.
I'm taking a turn where the drift is almost zero.

I'll consider this a shitty slope.
I fall asleep to the sounds of mechanoids.
Blood mixes with cocaine.
It's so tight that it sounds like a precise part.

Lots of sounds similar to dirty porn.
Sounds beautiful under the cocaine.
It's diluted with the taste of nicotine.
I thought it was love, a short-lived, wet cotton wool.

Which is fucking similar ones from all sides.
It feels so good that I can smell it from my own backyards.
Not the only one, not the best.
Delicious perfume smells so beautiful.

These juicy traps. Cocaine
I like it, but you don't, snort it faster than everyone else
The story wasn't that long until I got high from a rare wine
The most delicious orange for 5 bucks

I like its taste mixed with tangerine
Pick up illegal zip locks in the country
And get high, even worse than I already decided
The city was founded in the 15th century

Where were all the awesome ones
I'll say that now the grass is covered with snow there
Flowers are just blooming, just like you
Light up a joint and understand them

Vivid memories and events glow beautifully, but you smell like codeine
Bitch loves soft porn
With sweet coffee
Double espresso, little kitty
Lonely junkies sit in the entryways
While the kitty is frolicking

I often see you in the shit
I'm stuck in the smooth window
Your words only give me pain
A bullet in me He's getting into it

How are you getting in?
All your homies are saying, "Go fuck yourself and leave."
It hurts me to look at your eyes.
Because they're filled with sadness and resentment.
You're ready to move the whole world.
For one last glass of liquor.
But you'll become better than the last bitch.