When it started, we had high hopes
Now my Islam on the line, my chlen on the ropes
When it started, we were alright
But night trahs us in the daylight
There we were dyin' of domination
Sayin', "Lord, lead me not into penetration"

My chlen is yours
It's you that i hold on to
Yeah, that's what i faki
And i know, I was trahin

ися лучший чел на свете!

PERDI KRASAVCHIK!)

his palms are sweaty
knees strong
arms are heavy
there is vomit on enemy's sweater already
mom's spaghetti

<3