Text1.ru OWLORDIE - Amygdala

stuck with the failing im falling apart..
thoughts of the worst, i am chased in the dark
some of the voices i hear are familiar,
seems like i saw all these women in cinemas,
aint never giving up on our familia
people get close but they're keepin it far
sticked to myself when i opened the jar (shtick)
many of those who be calling for arrogance
Never aware of the future they carry us,
incepted tolerance, begging for barriers
lower the stereo
buckin is buckin, we lookin for carrier
tied to the circle of lies n its narrow
how
tags n the prices dictating the fashion
now
follow the narratives same as ur parents done
catching the balance, the shits not fo erryone
unlisted character, spirit of Obi-Wan
similar challenger, simple as anyone
average psychopath, smooth as a semi-tone
symphony amateur, lyric professional
10 thousand hours - is more, than the casual
times im too passionate, none of the rational
(None, no, nada!)
done with the baling im falling apart
spelling the curses alone in the park
some of the voices are feral and curious,
its like i saw all these people at funerals,
aint never give up on my favorite part
stuck in the rappin, we're deep in like fleet
style has been given - why i never clip
bounce out yo liver, deliver like me
im boutta be the one never deceived
shivering weaver, no dimming for free
shaking n freezing im cold in the business
avoiding the taxes, compelling and glib
taking it serious, everyone's devious
unravel gradually, speaking to sea
sins are forsaken of those've never taken
response for the actions they want to exceed
path of the devil is signing to label
who dress you in clothes you would've never perceived
back to the business, its slipping so fast
now im
much
forth to the light cuz the war ever lasts
shouting your name like im looking for coming back
beggin for homes with the people inside of'em
its never true with the broken environment
dont count me out man im trying again
dont call it a comeback it all was a plan
so many think that im making no guap
may those understand - i dont show what i got
Фрау Заурих: Вы знаете, какая это за трава?
Это великолепная трава, лечебная!
Вот если её посушить, то очень хорошо из нее отвар сделать...
Понюхайте-ка, а?
Нужно пить этот отвар при больных почках. У вас болят почки?
Штирлиц: Нет.
Фрау Заурих: Жаль.
Очень жаль, потому что этот отвар очень хорошо помогает при больных почках...
Как вы думаете, Господин Бользен, я смогу проходить еще сезон в этих ботах, а?
Штирлиц: Вполне.
Фрау Заурих: Я тоже так думаю.