Your color is black, my color is white
You're kind of pale. I'm tanned
Your color is black, my color is white
You're kind of pale. I'm tanned
Show all your creations to your friends
After all, we perceive this flattery so easily
It becomes easier and calmer to live in a minefield
Someone added comments about these headaches
Most. What makes me laugh is the fact
That all your arguments resemble prolonged sexual intercourse
It's time to stop banging your head against the walls
And with this and with this you introduce an imbalance into this system
The flag is in your hands, your essence is in the palm of your hand
In the dark, you wave your fists blindly, out of touch
And the viewer knows his worth and looking at the stage
More and more often he understands that the hero is busy with the wrong thing
Here conclusions are ripening, it’s better to listen to them, not to contemplate them
Secondly, calculate your strength before placing foxes
Thirdly, this is purely my opinion, I chose the color, it’s obvious
It seems like I don’t have a tan yet
Your color is black, my color is white
You're kind of pale. I'm tanned
Your color is black, my color is white
You're kind of pale. I'm tanned
Not blue blood, not gay, I don’t need your discussions
Yes, I want to be shocking, but everything is done with taste
Like an excursion into my world, I will rinse and throw it in the toilet
Don't terrorize, analyze, activate your brain. Cream
Chew bourgeois, opinion - buoy, in the middle of the sea, so drift
Try to buy for cash, but personally it’s better to bank with staff
Rhyme boy, dance while you’re young, before you take after your father.
We don’t need this pathos, we are working here by the sweat of our brow
And to the end for my interests, remember, I am an aggressor
And in a split second we will bring you to complete apathy and some kind of stress
Under this mix, you fell into alcohol, you fell into fashion, but fell into the water
You didn’t expect such a turn of events, But apparently the viewer doesn’t appreciate the vocals
You stuck it to the new music, inhaled oxygen and partly ozone
And thoughts flashed that maybe this was all in vain and is there any reason
But it’s as if the lawn was mowed by itself, with my head in time with these bass sounds
Your color is my color. Balm for the soul
