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Hollywood Undead - Idol (feat. KURT92) текст песни

Исполнитель: Hollywood Undead

альбом: New Empire, Vol. 2


I think I'm an angel (think I'm an angel), but I am cursed (but I am cursed)
Riding so painful (riding so painful), ghost-whipping the hearse
My secrets are shameful (secrets are shameful), my secrets are faithful (secrets are faithful)
My life is no fable (life is no fable), I'm an archangel
Fiends and I'm filling 'em, drugs and I'm dealing 'em
Pack the shit up, the orders, I'm filling 'em
Load the clip up 'cause I stay drilling 'em
What did you say? Slow down, son, you're killing 'em
What do you do? They look up to you
A porcelain doll, an idol, a tool
You dropped outta school, you're burning up fuel
An angel of death, the face of a ghoul
I ain't your idol, kid, I'm just a gangster
I cannot save you, son, I ain't no savior
I ain't your idol, kid, and I'm full of hatred
I cannot save you now, I ain't no savior

I ain't your idol, kid

I ain't your idol, kid
No, I ain't your idol, kid, your idol
No, I ain't your idol, kid, your idol (yeah, yeah, boom)
Да, я не ангел, я больше как дьявол
Прожжённый мой Prada, со мной бейби, как Миногарова
Я по притонам, скурил я вагоны
Прокашлялся поном
В сумках Vuitton'а патроны и порох
Нет, я не икона, скорее подонок
И ты не волнуйся, блять, это не гонор
Чувствуй: я холодный (ха-ха)
Опускал водный, в руке виски с колой
Тут каждый день праздник, не нужен мне повод
Бегу я за дропом по знакомым тропам
Утолил свой голод (ха-ха)
Другая порода, стреляю ведомых
Дай хлеба и зрелищ народу, а толку?
Они не готовы, слышишь?
Они не готовы
I ain't your idol, kid, I'm just a gangster
I cannot save you, son, I ain't no savior
I ain't your idol, kid, and I'm full of hatred
I cannot save you now, I ain't no savior

I ain't your idol, kid

Looking at me, well, what do you see?
The vision of something that you'll never be
The kingdom will come, they'll come for the king
What do you want? What do you need?
I'm an addict with a habit
I'll blow your fucking head off
Goddammit, can't stand it
The look on your face, the desperation
I cannot take it, I feel it again
The needles are pushing up under my skin
I cannot speak, but the voices within
That evil is good and the virtue of sin
Who are you? What do you need?
Are you sure you wanna be like me?
Gotta pay up, nothing is free
A deal with the devil, a deal with me

I ain't your idol, kid

I ain't your idol, kid

I ain't your idol, kid

I ain't your idol, kid

No, I ain't your idol, kid, your idol
No, I ain't your idol, kid, your idol
No, I ain't your idol, kid
I cannot save you, son

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