Sobel: Kinol

I'm getting off the Uber
How Uber is Comfort
Drunk, I haven't been to my grandma's and it wasn't a compote
Notifications, one after the other, non-stop, oh
Loud, loud
Ladies cry for help
Big eyes, I drop my pants with a bit of stress
Deep breath, quick mind, thick plan
I look at the eye of this lady from the catwalk with a big eye
I have a lot of needs, press the gas
Uuu, more volume
Now is the time to dance
The bitter taste is killing me from the mug's borscht
Mm, empty flach (uuu)
The lady is losing her legs somehow, but fuck it
I'll find mine tomorrow (uuu)
Today it is too late and very late
What, what now? The doll put on a fur and wrap it up
This wake is not for us, we can't sleep somehow
Somehow my silence breaks me, I think I could use ...
Run off
Big eyes, I drop my pants with a bit of stress
Deep breath