Singer: Cream band. Page 1

The gray sky inside follows me everywhere.

And the whole known world under it buries completely.

In search of the sky, endlessly stain the ceiling area.

Not at all noticing his own footprint underfoot.

They didn't lock me up, I closed myself.

I will melt like a mirage.

I'm on the shore, the waves are carrying debris past me.

And my character is waiting for the outcome of everyday,
I myself remind the downed plane.

Do not go, you hear me, bitch?
Don't mess with my player.

This is the regular music
Buzzing in the headphones, rides the train,
Without the soundtrack seem to me extinct of the city.

He is not a musician without fee,
On the stage of the case, and not through the Kents.

And we do without pathos, does not mean the format.
Try playing music - not modern enough!
Us blow in the comments from celebrity hangers,
Like we for them cartoon "Children and wizards".

Monotonous tracks about e*Liu fall down the shaft
The game do not come for work - come for the cash.

Because I'm gangsta like Tupac, and on the map there are a million!
Grandma, do not swear so the pasta will finish later.