Kuban - Noir

( Listen to the end
You...)

I sit at home and an introvert inside me speaks up
And I don't call back my hommies, it's a standard
I got another reason to drink, somewhat fucked up
And at last understand this baby, I don't want correction
Isolation - sometimes maybe wine, lady
Isolation - I don't leave my car in winter
Isolation - typical black cinema, a fairy tale
Society that seems to be disgusted by cities
Cold breaths of rain, no happy endings
Everyone has the same kind of woman in heart
Read 'femme fatale' surely I'll end up alone
You pretend to understand and say "play on time"
But what can you know about it,
you turn off thinking at night
You only think if someone's gonna deliver you dope
You listen to me, but you're one of the heroines at times
You humming it, but you can't recognize yourself now

City never sleeps
Cultural lunch probably rarely turns pussy
Tango, drinks, pills
They rather show their nails on the dance floor

They, they, they ...
They look down from above
Perspective changes when I enter shawty's throat
Cigarettes, alco
We pretend among us, that it doesn't bore us
For others it's not better
So don't complain, just pour it a woman too
After all you're always lying to each other
from sense of guilt
They find themselves in chaos, but not in a duet
This feeling is so far from ideal
In addition to parties, you also have sex in the package
But in this and that they're rocking together
on dance floor, you know
So maybe there's no ideals in the world, eh
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