Yo, yo, yo, turn up, ah, ah, ah, yeah Turn up, ah-ah-ah Yo, yo-yo White boy lies about cash—I don't believe him (No) I myself have betrayed love Thought music explained it all But now I can’t find the words Breathing in only poison Got dirty blood in my veins If it weren’t for my bro in the studio, I’d break down crying But I can't show the pain Again (Pf) It’s not the first time for me Alone again in my own apartment You and I—we won’t be parents (Nah) Yesterday we were kin, today we're strangers (How?) How to ignore thoughts of leaving this life? (How?) I need you on the album cover, or all songs lose their meaning Stopped caring about rhymes Feels like I’ve hit rock bottom I crashed on the reefs Weak, like Aisha's tears, ah; you shouldn't have trusted Grisha I never let anyone get close (Yes), just angry at myself now Hey, I'm fucked up. Maybe someone will care, eh? Fuckboy, drop those sad tracks: maybe you'll get a feature The way I lied with musical terms, lip sync I was slippery with you, sticky with them Ashamed before Olesya I beg, forgive me Really don't know how to be happy I destroy shit, I ain't even kidding When my heart's broken, out pours your damn favorite lyrics (Spills) This is pf... self-reflection Inside I'm dead—to the crowd, the strongest Fuck the drip, so I'm the most stylish This song's mood, just like Cleaning’s, pf I spit lyrics, I speak truth I blew it with Kris, bro blew it with Inst Rina I speak the dirty truth sincerely It's hard alone with my thoughts, plus they’re more often suicidal Suddenly took a sharp dive vertically And in the contract, the payments will be quarterly Ha, I swear this song will bring in quarterly payments (Yeah) I don't make small mistakes, bitch, I only make fatal ones Most real in my songs, while only trite crap tops the charts Choosing me was a mistake from the start Ending it like a new beginning, but Baby lies to me that she loves me, but I don't believe her (No) Pf, I myself have betrayed love Thought music explained it all, but now I can’t find the words Breathing in only poison: got dirty blood in my veins If it weren’t for my bro in the studio, I’d be crying right now But I can't show the pain Again (Show it once). It’s not the first time for me Alone again in my own apartment You and I—we won’t be parents (Nah) Yesterday we were kin, today we're strangers (How?) How to ignore thoughts of leaving this life? I need you on the album cover, or all songs lose their meaning