Kartky - Westworld

[Intro]
Hey, Kartky
A house on the edge of nowhere
I feel like I'm in Westworld, but how about you
Till the end, I believe I'm not bad (x7)

[Verse I]
I rolled up a bankroll and moved the order
I made money and set off into the world
You say it's not worth it, though you know me well
You lie straight to my face, just like all this rap
It's not about the rustle and those burning posts
I need help, I'm taking the last night bus
You lie straight to my face like those newer hosts
Because each of us is one
She lights a joint next to me
And says she loves "The Ballad of the Dissident"
And I tell her: "Hey baby, you're crazy''
Maybe we should listen to Drake?
And she doesn't like a guy like Clark Kent
And prefers me in crumpled boxers
And in a purple tracksuit when I glance
At how my fans look at themselves in the mirrors

[Chorus]
Tell me what will remain, cry
When the fire burns out in us
Better tell me what will remain for us
A few of these photos, smiles, and chances
And a few of those moments we now lack
Better tell me what will remain for us
When the fire burns out in us
Better tell me what will remain for us
A few of these photos, smiles, and chances
And a few of those moments we now lack

[Verse II]
I go on Roxa
And then I go on Booking
And then I go on Show Up
As I'm ashamed to buy them today
And again I'm not ashamed to get drunk
But again I'm ashamed to write
And today no one will greet me, no one, except you, hey
And before I stop breathing, I ask you to give me your hand
The shaman girl's already dancing drunk
And the rest of the backstage is passed out
I was listening to XX, then listening to Lil Peep
And I wanted to kill myself
Before any of you even fucking heard of them
Flowers, bad weed to the max
The guys are on wax again
Girls at concerts in masks
After a few 200s you can't calm me down, pure madman
Girls, dance floors, and clubs and bottles full of your favorite vodka
A half a hundred rolled up on the table
The floor is sticky like girls to Kuba
Again, too high, there's flora and fauna on the horizon
Always lost, like in a labyrinth, fuck the minotaur
If I rest on my laurels again
Then slap me like Laura
And a new sensation like manna
A crazy dream like the northern lights, far away

[Chorus]
Tell me what will remain, cry
When the fire burns out in us
Better tell me what will remain for us
A few of these photos, smiles, and chances
And a few of those moments we now lack
Better tell me what will remain for us
Before the fire burns out in us
Better tell me what will remain, cry
A few photos, smiles, and chances
And a few of those moments we now lack

Better tell me what will remain, cry
When the fire burns out in us
Better tell me what will remain for us
A few of these photos, smiles, and chances
And a few of those moments we now lack

[Outro]
I feel like I'm in Westworld, but how about you
Until the end, I believe I'm not bad (x2)