TUSHE - Lucky Strike - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The lamps are shining. You're drinking pulpy juice.

White Nikes. Riding a bike. Lucky strike. Lucky.

Throw money at me. In your eyes, I see the bottom. A halo above my head. But not a saint. I'm stuck. It's so dark here. I covered the sky with my hands. My heart is the hardest stone.

No money, no honey.

No money, no honey.

Baby, it's a virus.

I was small, now I'm grown.

If you want.

I'll pounce. I'll pounce.

So sweet to the taste.

And I keep you like papyrus.

Jesus Christ.

What mercy. What mercy.

What mercy. What mercy.

Fatty steak.

I need sauce.

Bringing a bouquet.

For your tears.

Water is falling from the sky.

And it's flooded us in earnest. There are stars in the sky

Whole bunch of them

And I don't give a damn about these stars.

Call the cops, he's acting a little weird.

A bag comes out of his pocket.

Come with me.

Like, let's watch a movie.

Or have sex.