IC3PEAK x Tommy Cash - CRY
[IC3PEAK Vocals]
[2:02 Tommy Cash]
La la la la, la la la la
La la la la, excuse me, eh
La la la la, la la la la
La la la la, la la la la
Excuse me
That I’m leaving the kief life
I could go left
But I choose the right side
No stop signs
No matter if it’s rain or shine
I walk the line
Walk it, walk it, walk the line
Top of the ice-peak
Where the [...]are never [...]
But I guess it’s OK
When I'm drunk on white russians
And I got one last cigarette left
Oh shit, oh shit
[...]Tommy never wore Prada
My sweat is my [...]
Ferrari is my [...]
No homo, this magic throat
Makes me money
But this printed paper
Never made me happy
No real job
Just hanging with my bitch [...]
I wish I had a brother
Something like [...]
So I’d never feel alone
Like I do
Fuck a million views
Fuck expensive food
Fuck [...]
If I am a vision
Then I can see clearly
Struggling to focus
It’s getting hard to feel it
I rarely feel the ground
I really try to grip it
I’m really tired of trying
I want to just skip it, yeah
(Could I just skip it)
Skip, skip
La la la la, la la la la
La la la la, la la la la
La la la la, la la la la
La la la la, la la la la
La la la la, la la la la
La la la la, la la la la
La la la la, la la la la
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[2:02 Tommy Cash]
La la la la, la la la la
La la la la, excuse me, eh
La la la la, la la la la
La la la la, la la la la
Excuse me
That I’m leaving the kief life
I could go left
But I choose the right side
No stop signs
No matter if it’s rain or shine
I walk the line
Walk it, walk it, walk the line
Top of the ice-peak
Where the [...]are never [...]
But I guess it’s OK
When I'm drunk on white russians
And I got one last cigarette left
Oh shit, oh shit
[...]Tommy never wore Prada
My sweat is my [...]
Ferrari is my [...]
No homo, this magic throat
Makes me money
But this printed paper
Never made me happy
No real job
Just hanging with my bitch [...]
I wish I had a brother
Something like [...]
So I’d never feel alone
Like I do
Fuck a million views
Fuck expensive food
Fuck [...]
If I am a vision
Then I can see clearly
Struggling to focus
It’s getting hard to feel it
I rarely feel the ground
I really try to grip it
I’m really tired of trying
I want to just skip it, yeah
(Could I just skip it)
Skip, skip
La la la la, la la la la
La la la la, la la la la
La la la la, la la la la
La la la la, la la la la
La la la la, la la la la
La la la la, la la la la
La la la la, la la la la
Версия для печати
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