Текст песни Cellophane - Droid , Piché
I'm
winter
written
with
the
mittens
Not
religious,
sermon
spitting
Vermin
killing,
swimming
deep
Looking
for
P.
Sherman's
street
I've
always
been
the
illest
All
the
homies
chilling
in
the
village
At
the
Old
Rec
causing
mischief
Kissing
bitches
Except
for
me,
goofy
with
the
women
think
I'm
Disney
Down
a
handle
in
a
night
and
mix
it
till
I'm
dizzy
I'm
Drizzy
on
a
beat,
but
I
think
I'm
better
Maybe
that's
just
jealousy,
these
rappers
make
me
bitter
And
my
throat
is
always
fucked
up
I
smoke
a
little
too
much
Addicted
to
the
nic
the
kid
is
on
the
hub
with
all
these
butts
Juuling
so
much
that
I
could
work
at
Jared
Sharing
all
my
flair
that
I
been
making
with
these
errands
Close
my
eyes,
try
to
fall
asleep
Have
no
dreams,
they
all
run
from
me
Do
my
best,
it's
not
good
enough
You
may
not
think
the
same
But
I
feel
like
cellophane
And
time
is
moving
so
slow
But
I
can't
keep
up
We're
all
footnotes
of
Plato
Tryna
figure
out
what's
wrong
with
us
And
all
I
do
is
drink
coffee
Walking
with
a
pod
in
the
pocket
6 Lines
deep
Haunting
me
This
is
where
the
party
is
Lines'll
give
em
Parkinson's
Cardi
in
a
cardigan
Shopping
for
a
car
again
Joshing
when
I'm
pecking
jams
Call
her
when
I'm
in
a
jam
Cover
me
in
cellophane
I've
never
been
relevant
Close
my
eyes,
try
to
fall
asleep
Have
no
dreams,
they
all
run
from
me
Do
my
best,
it's
not
good
enough
You
may
not
think
the
same
But
I
feel
like
cellophane
I
haven't
been
myself
But
I
love
you
more
than
anyone
else
I'm
just
a
kid
going
far,
and
I'm
the
offspring
Of
the
best
family
of
all
time,
honestly
I
never
that
say
that
enough,
and
all
my
thoughts
weak
Dying
in
my
head
because
they
never
get
out
of
me
Except
for
when
I'm
on
the
beat,
I
wanna
make
a
product
of
me
Leading
all
my
brothers
be
the
bomb
al-Gaddafi
Rob
me
of
everything
I
don't
need
it
anyways
I
just
wanna
get
out
my
my
brain,
put
me
on
layaway
Sometimes
I
go
surprise
myself
Cause
sometimes
I
try
something
and
they
tell
me
that
I
do
it
well
Never
think
I'm
good
enough,
I
work
on
too
much
at
once
Usually
the
shit
I
make
I
hate
but
they
still
love
my
stuff
Call
me
Karen,
I'm
half
sea
half
weed
Speakers
blaring
all
my
beats
and
all
my
swearing
Apologize
for
rhymes
being
blunt
all
the
time
But
the
music
is
what
gets
me
high
Close
my
eyes,
try
to
fall
asleep
Have
no
dreams,
they
all
run
from
me
Do
my
best,
it's
not
good
enough
You
may
not
think
the
same
But
I
feel
like
cellophane
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