Сука любовь (Bitch Love)

Here’s how this picture moved
I was like an artist, molding with clay
The love that I thought
I created myself, and it turned out
The colors that I couldn’t grasp
I held them close to my heart, they were just lying there
No, they weren’t gathering dust, they just weren’t taken
Colors of sharp pain, love’s sorrow
Colors of blood, running through veins
Colors of blood, running through veins
She moaned so loud, she screamed so hard
I felt it in my body

To be or not to be
I’d like to know how?
That’s the question
How do I not kill you?
How do I not love you?
That’s where the answer is

Here’s how the beat shows you where the pain is
Like salt on a wound, bitch love
Drama-djaga-djaga, bitch love
Drama-djha-djha-djha
Here’s how the beat shows you where the pain is
Like salt on a wound, bitch love
Drama-djaga-djaga, bitch love
Drama-djha-djha