Текст песни Stepa - King Of The Fus
Stepa - King Of The Fus слова песни
Honestly look at me, got a number for the mind to feedOne in the pile the king am I, stacked to the top w/ 555Honestly I`m a fus, perfect ness oh fuckin` lookFind the courage to wait it out, any noise made is beautifulSound,I`m about to get crownedBut her eye distracted me downAnd I`m back where I wasI`m the king of the fusHonestly look at me, simple little phone call requiringTo be myself and I`m afraid if that got out you might see my faceHonestly I`m a fus, perfect ness I wanna touchDo with you what I want for now, then I wake up and face the violins soundI kiss the moon the moon kisses mine, I kiss the face that turned to the rightBefore you get on I get sick of myself and that`s the point of the rain check: sickest soundWhy can`t I just get what I want, oh please once, get what I wantWe try so hard to look like we don`t and you become second chance I let go, let go