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Реклама его одежды, если не ошибаюсь

Это его реклама одежды, если не ошибаюсь

В клипе нет фрагментов из фильмов/ сериалов, но итан каткоски снимался в крутом сериале "бесстыжие"

Verse 1] In the past, we're like "sight-see" (sight-see) I just need you out of my psyche (psyche) Cigarette in my tight jeans (tight jeans) All around, just a crime scene (crime scene) Now I think about the times when we used to play But I found myself some unity (unity) How we end up in the deep end? (deep end) [?] sleepin' Astro bodies enter me now (enter me now) Talkin' to the [?] Walk around when I'm blacked out All my screams I'm tryna scratch out Now I'm wondering what could've been (could've been) Hatе me, but you love it when I sin [?] I'm just tryna lack-out, I don't see thе end though Bullshit tends to fade and go, bout to cave into my flows You just still a stream of immense lows Isolation make me grow Stimulation what I show Deprivation in my soul Observation overload I count the days I come and go [Chorus] In my head, I don't know Why you bad for myself Painting you with these black pastels That just might be my only farewell In my head, I don't know Why you bad for myself Running 'round with this weight on my shoulders She in my head, now my blood running colder Ad [Verse 2] What we had is too much bliss now How you gonna understand it? All this pain I can't stand it Emotionally in transit You just had me when you [?] I just had you in my jacket I don't know what I'm lackin' (lackin') Now my ego got me trapped in (trapped in) You could be my distraction ('straction) You just take my compassion (passionless) In my head I'm losing time now Why you gotta show me out Sayin' love got me down Hear my distant body sounds You just like a demon with a body count I'm just tryna figure out Emotionally I'm up and down I can feel I'm falling down All these thorns in my crown Pickin' up the past now I don't wanna stay if we act out I-I-I don't wanna stay if we act out [Chorus] In my head, I don't know Why you bad for myself Painting you with these black pastels That just might be my only farewell In my head, I don't know Why you bad for myself Runnin' 'round with this weight on my shoulders She in my head, now my blood running colder