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

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