Feduk, mishlawi - Исповедь

I wanted it to be perfect
Doing the best I can
But all the time I been searching
Now ain't no time on my hands
Before I'm closing the curtain
Dreams of me counting bands
And taking care of my momma
My sister and all my mans
Bitch all I know is that hustle
However I can
They say that I ain't go' get it
But they just plaing pretend
I thing nobody understand me
Not even my fans
And I think that they didn't hear me
So I'm gon' say it again

Так много ярких снов в одном
В воздухе табак и алкоголь
Все, что, блять, опять запрещено, а
Пахнешь как Марина, где твой белый Porsche?