Call Me Karizma, Три дня дождя - Kryptonite

Yeah
I want you and I hate it
You’re my poison
I can taste it
Every time we kiss it’s like, lips like kryptonite
You’re Satan
Devil horns on your forehead, babe
You ain’t playing
If you were then your score would’ve been amazing
You’re a whore
I’m a whore
Why the fuck we waiting?
We waiting
I was raised gentleman
I’m pretty far from gentle, man
Go as hard as venison
Go to war like veterans
Got a sword and everything
On the floor we’re sweating