Easton Corbin

Submitted by on Sep 14, 2015

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Baby, I think I have Noah

But I can not do with himself anywhere from this paranoia

For me crying euthanasia in these moments of life

All your friends seem to be a fucking scum

Already ready to break and vmazat vein dirt

Only to soothe a sick fantasy

Looking for some tachilu already unable to cope with them

But as with the moral monster might like ?

( Chorus 2x)

Food to kill everyone who was with you

Before me. That’s all love.

Crazy kid. I can not tolerate

All of your friends. all your colleagues.

Fat merchant. a young goldfinch

Ibandos puncher. who still

And the area of the windows is no longer visible shoal

I refused vodka and bitches all pootkazyval

To our biography was not a spot

I want healthy children from you, but it’s hard with the Pope

Because every time you look to the right

And each time glances left

All my heart burns corrosive poison of jealousy

I already sharpen knives and charges Parabellum

I do not vouch for approaching disaster

Slowly move the object of his suspicions

And I want to hit him with his fist in ebalo

And you’re asking every time for some reason not to do it

I grit my teeth, throw up their hands down

Every time yourself on a new swear that I will control myself

But you go to a restaurant with friends and do not take the phone for half an hour

I want you to burn and fuck

You say I’m a redneck and ham

But tell your fucking loham. I will tear them fuck

Find them right tomorrow. What do you mean. you’re alone ?

What kind of men’s voices filled the bass there ?

Confess that you have put on tits

And you go. dial phone me with taxi driver

I calculate it quickly. fuck this nits

I know how he beats down on you in the rearview mirror

Baby, I myself have these tired

Yes, that too. But you must understand me too .

This love breaks my temperament

Patsanyachyu soul rips apart all

( Chorus 2x)

Food to kill everyone who was with you

Before me. That’s all love.

Crazy kid. I can not tolerate

All of your friends. all your colleagues.

Fat merchant. a young goldfinch

Ibandos puncher. who still

Everything is quiet. It seems that your phone is silent

But I’m waiting in my head for hours ticking bomb

I have seen a notorious. in itself not sure

Or just zamorochenny fast movements

Was before. I believe you almost

And not for nothing that tied together the fate of our ways

Would like you to make an offer at night

But my words broke some unexpected bell

So Much! What a fucking waffle.

Come on. give me the machine. I razebu fuck it !

I’m downloading from the Internet FSB – shnuyu base

And departing from the hut to find this Vasya

I have in the trunk for such a place there

You call. shouting. “Sash, wait, this tin”

But I have to break the floor with his foot door

And on the threshold of your grandmother. what can I say now?

I do not know. I’m standing in front of her like an asshole

From the floor to the ceiling drive a guilty eyes

Her new simkarty

And tomorrow she is waiting for me here with new locks

I’m sorry. but I really do not know

This is the last time. All this is driving me crazy.

I hope that this moment will not happen again

But how has managed so much in love with you.

Baby, I myself sometimes ready to kill

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