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Genius English Translations - Guzior Pluca Zlepione Topami English Translation Lyrics

[Chorus]
Lungs stuck together with tops, I lie for weeks
Little, you are so "put to the wound", I can not always be like that
Tired of trials, please, give me your hand
Tired of trying, and ... and ...
Lungs stuck together with tops, I lie for weeks
Little, you are so "put to the wound", I can not always be like that
Tired of trials, please, give me your hand
Tired of trying

[Verse 1]
In the third place I live in one year (in one year)
I'm still like I do not know where (I do not know where)
First place on OLiS, shock (shock)
Where will I go with this? Fuck, I do not know where (I do not know where)
So washed out with emura, I drink tea with both hands
My neuro relays do not react to anything
I put the powders on the mass, instead I go to the pool (for the pool)
Whoever hangs up today will end badly when I'm fucking (it will end badly if I'm fucking)
I'm browsing Netflix on the chat, I have to write something (rather)
More song than banger (more like a song than a banger)
With this rap it's nice as pyknie and basically took me, mom (took me, mom)
First album sat beautifully and basically they give me the golden plate (they give me the plate)
The throne is not today, but one day I will certainly come to take care
I'm sitting, I'm taking a nap over a drink and listening to what I recorded today
[Chorus]
Lungs stuck together with tops, I lie for weeks
Little, you are so "put to the wound", I can not always be like that
Tired of trials, please, give me your hand
Tired of trying, and ... and ...
Lungs stuck together with tops, I lie for weeks
Little, you are so "put to the wound", I can not always be like that
Tired of trials, please, give me your hand
Tired of trying

[Verse 2]
I have black curtains, I have dead friends
And I'm a corpse myself (the dead body) for the world
Conversations with a psychologist, conversations with a good one
Conversations with yourself
Four days off, you do not know what I'm doing? Because everyone thinks it's great (great)
I'm saying something to God, I'm good on myself
You can not see me through a cloud of clouds
I am an empty studio, I put a concert on the calendar
I have a motive for failure, I have brought everything to my bed
I brought everything on bareczkach, and the only thing I would ignite - blant
I can not remember, she was so beautiful
Ash to the can, grass sticks out, relaxation will come with a bush, oh
Saliva to the pillow, let's put together, let's put it away later, oh, oh
Ash to the can, grass sticks out, relaxation will come with a bang, oh, oh
I'm falling with a bang, I'm falling, falling with a bang
(with a bang, with a bang, with a bang, with a bang, with a bang ...)
And ... and ...
[Chorus]
Lungs stuck together with tops, I lie for weeks
Little, you are so "put to the wound", I can not always be like that
Tired of trials, please, give me your hand
Tired of trying, and ... and ...
Lungs stuck together with tops, I lie for weeks
Little, you are so "put to the wound", I can not always be like that
Tired of trials, please, give me your hand
Tired of trying