The theme is killed, lays under the beat, frankly bass hollows, manuscript lines, there will be an even hit. Lonely creates a crowd, take it in view, the correct meaning does not sleep, Nemio on repeat
Remember on the go, I will blow up the whole world. Your topic is fu, like everyone else about drugs. I am true, you are not, and while I am confidently walking I will trample on your fucking syllables
How poisoned this world is, here at the smoky feasts, the street is like a shooting gallery, the walls of apartments will not save. They want one thing, that the bag is full, they need smoke from papyrs. Understand: the drug is a vampire
It's time for you to go to the bottom, you will throw everything away, if there is shit inside, then you are zero outside. You haven't noticed for a long time: your soul is empty, dark. Fuck you need, tell me? Twisted
Well, we are on our own wavelength, that's for me, we see the topic in every day and know the value of beauty. We make a hit with our heads, while your mind is killed, my spirituality is in full sheet, yours is in drugs.
The theme is killed (oh shit) lays under the beat
On my own wave (oh yeah) this is for me
Remember on the go, I'll blow up the whole world
Lags under the beat. Nemio on repeat
