Pop - Мои Ракеты Вверх

Hit me in a face

I’m falling down

No matter i’ve lost

No matter i’ve found it on the way down

No one’s triying to pick me up from the ground

Solid sooth and clearence.

Just you making me pop.

Just you

Whatever.

Hang about to put-up.

Congratulations.

Things that i’ve lost can give a breathing space.

Just you making me pop

Whatever you breaking me or shaking me or making me a ledger-bait

If you’ll try me on provoking rage

I’ll heap it up with a rattles of bones.