Song вина (fault) og buda & mayot lyrics english

[Intro: OG Buda]


Skrrt


Skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt


Lawzy


Wex on the beat


treepside, ha-ha-ha


E, Lil Buda

[Chorus: OG Buda]


E, buhoy without wine, and it’s your fault


in my cup’e Now poison (of Lean), and it colors like raspberry


I twist one more (Gas), hoping to kill (Tm-ni)

it hurts to realize that you fell in love with another


Buhoi without wine, and it’s your fault.

There is poison in my cup now, and it’s the color of raspberries.


I spin another one in the hope that it will kill.


How painful it is to realize that you have loved another

[Verse 1: 17 SEVENTEEN]


I can’t think, I I’m so drunk now


Breathe in – Breathe in the cold, breathe out without me (I)


I am looking faster than filling my glass (Glass)


Glass (Glass)

No matter how many numbers I make in this city


My people are far away, I keep them on the wire


I don’t hear other people’s voices, I don’t hear more exclamations (A, a, e-a)


Where is my home, ka-every day


I am again, every day


Another, I am different, I-I

[Chorus: OG Buda]


E, drunk without wine and it’s your fault


My cup now has poison (Lean) and it’s raspberry-colored


I’m spinning another (Gas) hoping to kill (Shh)


Like painful to realize that you fell in love with another

Buhoi without wine, and it’s your fault


in my cup’e Now the poison and he colors like raspberry


I have one more twist in the hope to kill


it hurts to realize that you fell in love with another

[Verse 2: MAYOT ] A


glass made me weaker


Your look always made me a little stronger


But now

this gap remains in my chest , fuck this rhyme


And I’m very confused, I can’t make meat


And plants help me, it’s dark in


my soul The color of my eyes is red


Better late than never, so I’m sorry

[Bridge: 17 SEVENTEEN]


Where is my home (Home-home-home-to-to-to-home)


Every day, every day


Different, I’m different, I am

[Chorus: OG Buda]


E, drunk without wine, and it’s your fault


My cup is now poison (Lean), and it’s the color of raspberries


I spin another one (Gas) in the hope that it will kill (Shh-sh)


How painful it is to realize that you are another loved

Buhoi without wine, and it’s your fault


in my cup’e Now the poison and he colors like raspberry


I twist one more, hoping to kill


it hurts to realize that you fell in love with another