Текст песни Whitelines - Shayd 479

White lines on a black plate
To a sober state
Blinding every vision that was loving then I start to hate
Call me and call me girl you know I will be late
I be occupied with the yay lets make another date
I′m sorry, I'm sorry, I promise I owe you
A whole other life cuz I almost just blow through mine
I be fine bout time that I shine
If I don′t trust my lifestyle then I do time
Infrared right to your head
All I see is red