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кровь из носа & soma - ​pulsar flow lyrics

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[текст песни «pulsar flow»]

[интро]
put a pinnacle of every syllable on that b+tch

[куплет 1]
ты бы подобрал путь получше для меня, это вряд ли — там все тернисты
тебя окружают шерсть и шкуры, хотя вроде рэперок, а не таксидермист ты
даже bb — далеко не первый выстрел, но ещё так много параллелей, где неофит я
они полоскают мою жизнь на стримах, хвала небу — зная кто они, мне не обидно (let’s get it)
мс без конца роняют свою шляпу, как ковбои с паркинсоном (and i got em like)
ты максимум island boy, но никакой не робинзон (i know i got them like)
твоя баба не влюблена, но она перебирает с солью будто бы хочет подать знак
каждый твой следующий тэйк — это фальстарт, ты чё псих, сука?! я тогда — max tac

[куплет 2]
it’s impossible to blame me, выдал базу будто пленный
if i feel bad i got snare, hat, buzzy 808 as a plan b
they don’t really understand me cuz it’s that simple, is that sinful?
i was on hard meds still doin dance albums and rap singles
i always tried to be polite, but label asking if we can get some editing
choppin them beats like a guillotine, haters offended — got fed with the bag of tea
side effеcts like profanity is just a part of my hyperactivity
been doin’ this sh+t my whole lifе, wanna see my first live + you can watch it on dvd
goin’ off, irritate the fans, i see no pros at the main events
see them faces on the boards? they always under me, cuz my flow is like a pair on vans
from the morons in them baggy pants it evolves, now we need to set the fence
want me packing bags? but the музыка keeps me inside itself — call it self+defense
stay away from political topics, rappers act stupid like brainless puppets
come on, pick a side for some freakin likes, otherwise, it’s an empty stomach for the fellas who honest
yeah, yeah, i know that i’m h+lla naive for the era i live in
fella wrote me some letters and want some letters back from me, okay then, r+i+p him
lot of skepticism in my wrinkles
and i got “true life” on my fingers, try to mimic — no fancy trinkets
all of a sudden, you want to be a friend of mine, i’m again making m’s, no less, no average
just gimme the drums from soma, boy, i put a pinnacle of every syllable on that b+tch
[аутро]
drums from soma
drums from soma
drums from soma
drums from soma, boy, i put a pinnacle of every syllable on that b+tch



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