Singer: OxxxyMiron. Page 2

Understand a writer, you're a good guy,
But with bad company contacted, didn't mean to critters
Left you barely smell of burning.

My life is the adventures of dunno.

Junior will be beautiful, and this, so in the appendage.

Private boarding house like fix as high-class osteopath.

So screw feeling sorry for myself, worthless, less reflections and more reflections,
When you have set a clear goal, then the empty wanderings become a quest.

Don't fight it, child, all things to the glory of the Creator!

Social networks criss-crossing ourselves, we all lose themselves in self-praise.

Can condemn me shouting with the screen
Can exclude me from your clan
Well, but you're not without sin,
You have to admit that I was, unfortunately, like you, Sha.
To remain silent and to the floor.

Nothing to feel sorry for yourself - everyone is so sick.

And Khan you got game, you old fool, that's all the epitaph.
The city falls darkness falls asleep punks, the mafia wakes up.

You were ungrateful, because life broke me.
On the gravestone let him beat somehow chic.

You know all that happens,
Yes, the metaphor is old, but the rap audionautix.

Come to me on the anniversary of our death.

My? Yes, everything in the clouds as a child, hovering.
You are no better than others, there are no miracles.