Idol (ft. KURT92)

[Intro: J-Dog]

I think I'm an angel, but I am cursed

Riding so painful, ghost-whipping the hearse

My secrets are shameful, my secrets are faithful

My life is no fable, I'm an archangel

[Verse 1: J-Dog]

Fiends and I'm filling 'em drugs and I'm dealing 'em, pack the shit up

The orders, I'm filling 'em, load the clip up

'Cause I stay drilling 'em, what did you say?

Slow down, son, you're killing 'em

What do you do? They look up to you

A porcelain doll, an idol, a tool

You dropped outta school, you're burning up fuel

An angel of death, the face of a ghoul

[Pre-Chorus: Johnny 3 Tears]

I ain't your idol, kid, I'm just a gangster

I cannot save you, son, I ain't no savior

I ain't your idol, kid, and I'm full of hatred

I cannot save you now, I ain't no savior

[Chorus: Johnny 3 Tears]

I ain't your idol, kid

I ain't your idol, kid

[Post-Chorus: Johnny 3 Tears & KURT92]

No, I ain't your idol, kid, your idol

No, I ain't your idol, kid, your idol (У-у, е, е)

[Verse 2: KURT92]

Да, я не ангел, я больше как дьявол

Прожжённый мой Prada, со мной baby, как Миногарова

Я — по притонам, скурил я вагоны, прокашлялся поном (Кхм-кхм)

В сумках Vuitton'а патроны и порох

Нет, я не икона, скорее подонок и ты не волнуйся, блять, это не гонор

Чувствуй: я холодный, опускал водный, в руке виски с колой

Тут каждый день праздник, не нужен мне повод

Бегу я за дропом по знакомым тропам, утолил свой голод (Ха, ха)

Другая порода, стреляю ведомых

Дай хлеба и зрелищ народу, а толку?

Они не готовы, слышишь? Они не готовы

[Pre-Chorus: Johnny 3 Tears]

I ain't your idol, kid, I'm just a gangster

I cannot savе you, son, I ain't no savior

I ain't your idol, kid, and I'm full of hatred

I cannot save you now, I ain't no savior

[Chorus: Johnny 3 Tears]

I ain't your idol, kid

[Verse 3: Johnny 3 Tears]

Looking at me, wеll, what do you see?

The vision of something that you'll never be

The kingdom will come, they'll come for the king

What do you want? What do you need?

I'm an addict with a habit

I'll blow your fucking head off

Goddammit, can't stand it

The look on your face, the desperation

I cannot take it, I feel it again

The needles are pushing up under my skin

I cannot speak, but the voices within

That evil is good and the virtue of sin

Who are you? What do you need?

Are you sure you wanna be like me?

Gotta pay up, nothing is free

A deal with the devil, a deal with me

[Chorus: Johnny 3 Tears]

I ain't your idol, kid

I ain't your idol, kid

I ain't your idol, kid

I ain't your idol, kid

[Outro: Johnny 3 Tears]

No, I ain't your idol, kid, your idol

No, I ain't your idol, kid, your idol

No, I ain't your idol, kid

I cannot save you, son