Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Drop Dead Lane
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Oleg Verov
Composer
Dmitry Ilyaguev
Songwriter
Levan Beniev
Songwriter
Lyrics
You're thinking that's understandable
Hitting me up on the fucking telephone
Threatening me you cut your veins
In your bathroom if you keep staying alone
You thinking that's understandable
But I think you just need a clinical care
I'm not coming back, you're insatiable
We're done, I've already told you so
You're thinking that's understandable
Hitting me up on the fucking telephone
Threatening me you cut your veins
In your bathroom if you keep staying alone
You thinking that's understandable
But I think you just need a clinical care
I'm not coming back, you're insatiable
We're done, I've already told you so
We're done now. My heart broke into pieces, ouch!
I was an excellent student, but love is to hard task
For me to solve it out, my soul got stuck somewhere
I'm so tired, but "sold out" is the tag
I put on my love to you
You bought that for the price we both regret
Now you the sole owner, our contract is unchangeable
And permanent, please face the fact. Move on!
I'm not gonna pick up the phone
You vainly spend seven days a week knocking at my door
Calling every member of my family, that you fuckin' know
I'm not mocking you at all, I just don't want you to fall in illusions
'Cause I've been living in them for the last several years
Finally dispelled them and came to a conclusion
That imaginary world is the only world that assumes our fusion
Nobody, but me can stop this fucking chaos
That is rapidly destroying our
Personalities. We will never be together
Find a way to accept this farewell letter
You're thinking that's understandable
Hitting me up on the fucking telephone
Threatening me you cut your veins
In your bathroom if you keep staying alone
You thinking that's understandable
But I think you just need a clinical care
I'm not coming back, you're insatiable
We're done, I've already told you so
Where's that bitch called love at? Why we haven't met yet?
You think you worth more than waiting for you near trash can?
Think I shouldn't crumple you and throw you fuckin' in there?
You never gave me a chance, guess that's just how it works, hell
Remember I was younger, yo, remind you what you said before?
You told me "eeeaahhh fuuuu"
And that's what young kid should be getting? Wow!
But now I am better, than regular whoever
Weather getting colder now, goodbye, bitch, whatever
Never dumbfound by a hoe, so confident, you never know
What was going through my head every morning that I woke
Joke for you maybe, don't know, I overcome it, yeah, for sure
Therefore somewhere down low, below the anger of my sole
Small hope still tries to hold on
Ask me about love, I'm telling you, bro, I don't know
Just hoping, that we never-ever-ever met before
(You're thinking that's understandable?)
Yes, I had issues back in a days
No one before heard me saying
But on a song it's easier to
Speak about things I was going through
If we talk love I got nothing to say
And I almost sure I like it that way
But don't even think that I'm complaining
That is my story in your headphones playing
You're thinking that's understandable
Hitting me up on the fucking telephone
Threatening me you cut your veins
In your bathroom if you keep staying alone
You thinking that's understandable
But I think you just need a clinical care
I'm not coming back, you're insatiable
We're done, I've already told you so
Nobody, but me can stop this fucking chaos
That is rapidly destroying our
Personalities. We will never be together
Find a way to accept this farewell letter
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