King Of The Fus — текст песни (Stepa)

Honestly look at me, got a number for the mind to feed
One in the pile the king am I, stacked to the top w/ 555
Honestly I`m a fus, perfect ness oh fuckin` look
Find the courage to wait it out, any noise made is beautiful
Sound,
I`m about to get crowned
But her eye distracted me down
And I`m back where I was
I`m the king of the fus
Honestly look at me, simple little phone call requiring
To be myself and I`m afraid if that got out you might see my face
Honestly I`m a fus, perfect ness I wanna touch
Do with you what I want for now, then I wake up and face the violins sound
I kiss the moon the moon kisses mine, I kiss the face that turned to the right
Before you get on I get sick of myself and that`s the point of the rain check: sickest sound
Why can`t I just get what I want, oh please once, get what I want
We try so hard to look like we don`t and you become second chance I let go, let go