Just keep me in ur playlist
Not for fame, not for gold on my wrist
Sometimes we don't exist
But my music in ur heart
Я переехал в Москву, и тут new school
Впирает всем свою ложь
А я накинул тоску вместе с капюшоном
Пока идет летний дождь
Мама, я снова расту
Я не хвастун и уже не молодежь
Но по-прежнему газ тут
И я не гасну, хоть ты меня дома ждешь
Зубы заговаривали они мне
Парень, тебе тут нужен выстрел
Зуммеры сидели дико на игле
Но я не мог послать нахуй мысли
Пока они заполняли tik-tok
Я покрывал своим баритоном новый биток
Душа - в куплеты, слово - не воробей
Муза - не шлюха. Помни об этом
Я разорвал свое сердце на килогерцы
Чтобы раскрыть секреты
Я истоптал свои раны, пока ты топтал vans
И так два лета
К чему мне деньги и слава
Та, что куплена чартами и скандалами
Чьи-то припевы я вряд ли крал бы
Также бродили бы между кварталами
Just keep me in ur playlist
Not for fame, not for gold on my wrist
Sometimes we don't exist
But my music in ur heart
Just keep me in ur playlist
Not for fame, not for gold on my wrist
Sometimes we don't exist
But my music in ur heart
Just keep me in ur playlist
Not for fame, not for gold on my wrist
Sometimes we don't exist
But my music in ur heart
Just keep me in your playlist
Not for fame, not for gold on my wrist
Sometimes we don't exist
But my music is in your heart
I moved to Moscow, and here comes the new school
It pushes its lies on everyone
And I put on my melancholy along with my hood
While the summer rain falls
Mom, I'm growing up again
I'm not a braggart and I'm no longer young
But the gas is still here
And I don't go out, even though you're waiting for me at home
They were talking my teeth to me
Boy, you need a shot here
Buzzers were sitting wildly on the needle
But I couldn't send thoughts to hell
While they were filling tik-tok
I covered the new beat with my baritone
Soul - in verses, word - not a sparrow
Muse - not a whore. Remember this
I tore my heart into kilohertz
To reveal secrets
I trampled my wounds while you trampled vans
And so for two summers
What do I need money and fame for
The one that was bought by charts and scandals
I would hardly steal someone's choruses
We would also wander between the quarters
Just keep me in ur playlist
Not for fame, not for gold on my wrist
Sometimes we don't exist
But my music in ur heart
Just keep me in ur playlist
Not for fame, not for gold on my wrist
Sometimes we don't exist
But my music in ur heart
Just keep me in ur playlist
Not for fame, not for gold on my wrist
Sometimes we don't exist
But my music in ur heart
