Текст песни Words - Pashella

If I got words, I can show you the freedom
See me in the window, sitting next to you
Words, time in my obsessive

Two fucking numbers that I choose from are the first and the last one
Thats why i'm holding left lane
And work with the pain pressing in gas down
Spent too many days for nothing and now I'm gonna back to coffin
I never had a will to work as waiter
Because employes didn't find me friendly
It's simple

Summer harder working
I don't care, that you've spoken
Behind the back
Even if I bad as shit
Close your eyes and tell me if the reason I'm a stranger being sad?
Oh, not really, let me think

What about my enemies afraid of this
That's all I could to discribe
So sensitive, apparently
I hope you need, what you've got

Maybe I right, maybe I wrong
Going along whole Earth
Spending my time, spending my words
That nobody heard

Sometimes things gonna happen unexpected
Reason to enjoy up what I'm getting
I just have two hands and mouth
Gonna take their eyes in the club

Summer harder working
I don't care, that you've spoken
Behind the back
Even if I bad as shit
Close your eyes and tell me if the reason I'm a stranger being sad?
Oh, not really, let me think

Summer harder working
I don't care, that you've spoken
Behind the back
Even if I bad as shit
Close your eyes and tell me if the reason I'm a stranger being sad?
Oh, not really, let me think