Lyrics

(Xуй, блять!) (Пизда!) Oh, you Birds don't sing! My mind is filled to the brim with lies and I'm tired Of seeing this shit unravel like cinnamon pastry We is not besties so, why are you testing me? I think Allah needs saving, I think we all need a pay-day (Pay me) I know nothing of life Threaten to kill me, I'll do it again They making hits, I'm just making it dead Countin' they money, I'm counting my days Top floor suite so I can crush my own head (Oh, crush!) Avant Garde? You piss and shit, I'm pissing on your head Get hung! Hung by me! (Well played!) And they all can, aye And they all can Get hung! Hung by me! (Well played!) And they all can, aye And they all can Get hung! Hung by me! (Rеally, really, really well playеd!) And they all can, aye And they all can Get hung! Hung by me! (Really, well played!)