Кровь из носа (BUMBLE BEEZY) - Strugglin'

You dont know the way i’m strugglin

You don’t know how hard I try to fit myself in all these frames

Meds just hardly can outsmart me

So I still hate when It’s too crowdy and especially around my plate

I just need some more pills to control my shit

To control my shit, to control my shit

I just need some more pills to control my shit

To control my shit, to control my shit

My chest plate is home-sweet-home for a big and ugly piece of rock like this

I wonder why I let the world around me treat my heart like this?

How fast I became like on of them lames, that never reflect the bad things?

Sometimes, I felt like a sort of a dead man, I put a skull on my left wrist

But let’s just clarify about me

I’m the DIY-project that was assembled by me

I’m designed, I’m updated, and none of that shit was free

Solo-dolo, from the first to the last detail I picked

And I’m Burj Khalifa above you

Pop some Lilly pillies to remember them all, now it’s time to say «fuck you»

Pop some Xanax-Xanax to amaze so-called adequate individuals