Your pill was, it doesn't hit me anymore
With your animation it's not enough for me
I destroyed my album no longer
it smells good, it's just that what I long for has rotted
And I don't rest for there is love
Wash your ideas that you smell
To the microphone that Kayan brings
Dress that mouth.
You don't hit me anymore and I'm not better
You learned more subtleties.
Our Queen is more hygienic
A miracle meant that I am alive
And your poison did not kill me.
You opened your mouth once
Your flashes had no heat
And we opened our mouths...
We were left with a mental chill
Some ideas and something better
Although you no longer come looking for me

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