Текст песни
I don't need you,i have drugs,I don't need you,i have drugs
Май месяц гроз Окей я босиком по полю
Как клопы живут в кровати так и люди в моем городе
Дома нет еды коты выпрыгивают в окна
Сколько можно я художник но палитра без цветов
Попал в поток куроку украл бутылку рома
Проще быть спокойней к миру чтоб настроить мысле форму
Столько в жизни перепробовал но мало чего помню
Ты ветровка в зимний холод курю много чтоб забыть твой облик
I don't need you,i have drugs,I don't need you,i have drugs
Передозировка лином,знаю ты это хотела.
Чтоб не видеть больше боли,что ты мне всегда дарила.
Я не верю больше людям,что наигранно ревут.
И на моей могиле тихо,под шумок все убегут.(а)
Я убитый всякой дрянью,сочинил стишок о жизни.
Где бы жил,и где ширнулся,где мне нахуй не нужны.
Все ваши чекнутые связи,и все чекнутые люди.
Где не словят мусора,за пачку сиг в кармане куртки.
I don't need you,i have drugs,I don't need you,i have drugs
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I don't need you, I have drugs; I don't need you, I have drugs.
It’s May—the month of thunderstorms. Okay, here I am, walking barefoot through the fields.
Just as bedbugs infest a mattress, so do people infest my city.
There’s no food at home; the cats are jumping right out the windows.
How much more can I take? I’m an artist, but my palette is devoid of color.
I got swept up in the current—Kuruku swiped a bottle of rum.
It’s easier to just stay calm toward the world, to align my state of mind.
I’ve tried so many things in life, yet I remember so very little.
You were just a windbreaker in the winter cold; I smoke heavily just to forget the sight of you.
I don't need you, I have drugs; I don't need you, I have drugs.
An overdose on lean—I know that’s exactly what you wanted.
So I wouldn't have to see the pain anymore—the pain you were always giving me.
I no longer trust the kind of people who put on an act of weeping.
And when it’s quiet at my grave, everyone will just slip away unnoticed.
Wasted on all sorts of filth, I’ve penned a little verse about life.
About where I’d live, and where I’d shoot up—a place where I don’t need...
...any of your twisted connections, or any of your twisted people.
A place where the cops won’t bust you just for having a pack of smokes in your jacket pocket.
I don't need you, I have drugs; I don't need you, I have drugs.