Текст песни Nothing Straight - Bogolepov

My father and and my mother
They never had a son
A dummy on display instead
For Christmas parties and whatnot
Everything else about me was lies
On the very top of the shit cherry tart
That I'll bake for grandchildren
I'm afraid I'll never have
And then you go out there
It's hard to survive
Even harder still to keep a straight walk
And believe in yourself
When there's nothing straight about you
When there's nothing straight about you
Nothing straight about you
Straight about you
Your best friend's gone
And then two more
It's not the tumor, it's just the way it goes
And you're still on
In this old-fashioned tv show
Struggling through
But everybody's in their iPhones
And me too
And then you go out there
It's hard to survive
Even harder still to keep a straight walk
And believe in yourself
When there's nothing straight about you
When there's nothing straight about you
Nothing straight about you
Straight about you