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Late nights. Every time we go wild. Everybody. Late nights. Every time, every time, every time. Yeah. Everybody. Oh. Skylines. Oh, yeah. Everybody. Every time. Oh, Why? Oh. Late nights. Every time we go wild. Everybody. Late nights. Every time we go Wild. Everybody. Skylines. Oh, yeah. Oh. Oh, Yeah. Seventy-eight thousand screaming sound like a horror Film. It's just me and my mic, like this Could not be real. I missed education, I was Listening to Lauryn Hill. Every verse magic, the rapping version of Copperfield. Rolling round in them foreign wheels. Duplicate this high, you must be popping a lot Of pills. Uh. The revolution's gotta be filmed. I'm a brave heart. I wear the trousers and Not a kilt. Nah. See, I kill with my art. I aim for the heart. I'm wilkiss and sharp. I took the sword out the stone, still I Swing with my bars. In the race to longevity, I built to come last. Yeah, I chill with the stars. I sleep with them sometimes, we wake up on Mars. That's just how we menage. Yeah. And I've killed every venue in a thousand-mile Radius. You need a vaccine, man, your killer's gonna Play with us. Everybody. Oh. Skylines. Oh, yeah. Every Time. Oh, why? Oh. Late Nights. Every time. Late nights. Every time.
Wilkinson, Wretch 32 — Flatline Nu:Logic Remix
«Flatline Nu:Logic Remix» — Wilkinson, Wretch 32. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 4:29. Жанр — Электроника.
