Van Pameti - Kendi

Od smole lepljivi prsti

Mrvim, rolam, povučem dim

U ogledalu mi se gospodin mršti

Mogo bi da se potučem s njim

Nemam snage, ali ne žmurim, ja gledam kroz kapke

Rendgenski vid ko klark kent vezan o zid i parket

Kao Neo na meni 1001 agent Smith

Izmedju 4 zgrade postavljen u 4 zida

Tek je 4 sata, ja sam premoren i ostajem bez rekvizita

Sebi sipam kocku leda

Otvorim drugu bocu Jack-a

Posle čega me čeka užani usrani trosed i deka

Jer je gospodja legla u susednu sobu

U udoban krevet ja tu sam na podu

I rado bi ust’o da mogu i uz’o bi usranu motku

Al bolje da joj ustupim sobu… pametniji popusti

Glup ne oprosti, tu je da dopusti propast

Pa ponos i obraz u odnosu odnose poraz

U odnosu na juče u stanu atmosfera

Mir i tišina

Od sinoćne verbalne tuče samo čestice gneva

Dim i prašina

Prvo zatišje posle jebačina, kocka je bačena

Prosta jednačina, postajem jači

Ti slobodno plači al ovo znači rat

U glavi projektujem sranja, puca mi film

Iste karte kako god da promešam špil

Krene rat i nakratko nam prekine mir

Al sutra vec je dobro, ponovo se osećam živim

Ponovo živ, ponovo živa

Ponovo mi, ponovo množina

Ej pa to smo opet ja i ti

Stari tim, samim tim sve te naše svadje su van pameti

Krvave oči, naduven i naduvan, smrdim na duvan… pušim od muke

.i besa, veza ko živi pesak… tonemo jer nećemo da pružimo ruke

Oprezno hodam ko po mraku, za našu ljubav kopam raku

Ne žmurim, gledam u kapke ko na fimskom platnu bioskopa u paklu (Tuckwood)

Njen parfem u vazduhu, dlake na jastuku, u nastavku sjebane večeri

Ja sam u tripu da smo u beefu,.iako smo se pre toga jebali k’o zečevi

…moja majica i torba njena u hodniku zaboravljena je u ludoj avanturi

Tange na klaviru, brus na lusteru, moja košulja na ugaonoj garnituri

Tvoja haljina u kujni, a nakon sexa i našeg bekstva u spavaću sobu

Prazne flaše Beksa, prazna pakovanja Du-rexa na podu

A onda kreće…da pominje moje bivše i svoje bivše

Lako povrediš me kad sa njima porediš me jer me okriviš stvarno dokle više

I znam da nisi savršena, al pizdim na takav stav od žena

Kad me prcaš u mozak, a tako si hladna i jebeno staložena

Ja sam stalno naložen al sada stvarno ne lažem

Ovaj film u režiji paukove mreže je završen

Mi smo zamršeni, mi smo zaraženi

Mi smo bolesno ponosni ovo nisu odnosi odraslih mi smo klinci

Držimo balans ko klovan na žici na biciklu ko u cirkusu ti nisi u ciklusu

Takva si uvek dereš se pa ćutiš…i samo zato znam to

Da reči preteške su, pa pleteš vezu od zlata ćutanjem, to nije zlato

…to je isto ono živo blato, koje nas vuče na dno, ko brod na pučini

Muči me što ne izvučemo poruku u boci za učinjenu bol

I zašto da tako dotučeni čekamo i na fataliti

Jer ti si pametna i ja sam pametan, al ova rasprava je van pameti

Resin sticky fingers

I crumble, roll, draw smoke

The gentleman frowns at me in the mirror

I could fight him

I don't have the strength, but I don't squint, I look through my eyelids

X-ray view like clark kent tied to the wall and parquet

Like Neo on me 1001 Agent Smith

Between 4 buildings set in 4 walls

It's only 4 o'clock, I'm tired and I'm left without props

I'm pouring myself an ice cube

I open another bottle of Jack

After that, a shitty shitty couch and a blanket are waiting for me

Because the lady lay down in the next room

In a comfortable bed I'm on the floor

And he'd love to get up if he could, and he'd take a shitty pole

But I'd better give her a room… smarter discounts

The fool does not forgive, he is there to allow ruin

Well pride and cheek in a relationship take defeat

Compared to yesterday, the atmosphere in the apartment

Peace and quiet

Since last night's verbal fight, only particles of anger

Smoke and dust

The first lull after the fucker, the dice were thrown

Simple equation, I'm getting stronger

You are free to cry, but this means war

I'm projecting shit in my head, I'm shooting a movie

Same cards however I shuffle the deck

He starts a war and breaks our peace for a while

But tomorrow is already good, I feel alive again

Alive again, alive again

Again to me, again plural

Hey, it's you and me again

The old team, therefore all our quarrels are out of mind

Bloody eyes, bloated and bloated, I stink of tobacco… I smoke with anguish

.and rage, a connection like living sand… we are sinking because we will not extend our hands

I walk carefully like in the dark, digging a hand for our love

I don't squint, I look at the eyelids like on the movie screen of a movie theater in hell (Tuckwood)

Her perfume in the air, hair on the pillow, the continuation of a fucked up evening

I'm on a trip to the beef, even though we've fucked like rabbits before

… My T-shirt and her bag in the hallway were forgotten in a crazy adventure

Thongs on the piano, brushes on the chandelier, my shirt on the corner set

Your dress in the kitchen, and after sex and our escape to the bedroom

Empty Bex bottles, empty Du-rex packs on the floor

And then he starts pom to mention my exes and his exes

You easily hurt me when you compare me to them because you really blame me so much more

And I know you're not perfect, but I'm pissed at that by women

When you fuck me in the brain and you're so cold and fucking calm

I am constantly instructed but now I really am not lying

This film directed by Spider Web is over

We are intricate, we are infected

We are sickly proud these are not adult relationships we are kids

We keep the balance like a clown on a wire on a bicycle like in a circus you are not in a cycle

You are always shouting like that, so you keep quiet… and that's the only reason I know that

Yes, words are too heavy, so you weave a relationship of gold in silence, it is not gold

… It is the same living mud, which drags us to the bottom, like a ship on the high seas

It bothers me that we don’t get the message in the bottle for the pain done

And why should we wait so hard for fatalities

Because you are smart and I am smart, but this debate is out of my mind