Текст песни
It's evening again
An empty can on the table
The screen light cuts deep - you know who I mean, girl
Let's go
He wakes up near noon, but the sun's already gone
The room's stale, smells like dust and whatever went down
A body crater in the couch, remote like a scepter in his hand
Life scrolls by overhead - like a mirrored ceiling, so bland
Fresh sneakers in the box, laces still tied tight
Gym dreams? Someone else told that story last night
He scrolls through his feed - everyone's rich and well-fed
But his fridge only holds an open ketchup bottle instead
They say: "Get up, make a change" - but gravity's too strong
The couch hugs him tighter than any "where you belong."
His paycheck goes to subs, to games, to a little bit of light
Just to hide the fact - there's no real exit in sight
Scanty Skuf - in a world of bright lights
Scanty Skuf - among those with full plates and clear sights
Scanty Skuf - such a strange kind of union
Empty wallet, but ambitions weigh a ton
Scanty Skuf - in a world of bright lights
Scanty Skuf - among the dull, tired minds
Scanty Skuf - stuck between "was" and "became"
So tell me now, girl: is it worth all the pain?
Yo, look at this guy - he's an expert on everything
Knows more than the papers about politics, the whole swing
In chats he's a lion, but in life a scared kitten of water
His biggest rush - watching reviews of a game he won't bother
"Tomorrow I'll start" - that phrase became his mantra
But tomorrow turned to "never" to the rhythm of this drama
He hates on the ones who run, who build, who break their back
While he sits in his own swamp, dancing to some trashy track
No style, no drive - just an old bathrobe and a stare
That asks: "Am I really happy with this affair?"
But doing nothing's easier - just close your eyes and stay
Let the world spin on its own - we don't need a storm anyway
His battery's dead, zero energy inside
Fog in his head, and in his heart - nowhere to hide
Maybe he's just tired to the bone?
Maybe the world's spinning too fast on its own?
Or is this a choice he's made - to be quiet and slow
Like soft grass that never dares to grow?
But being broke ain't about the cash, you see, man
It's a broke-ass soul - when your heart's lost in the fog's plan
Scanty Skuf - in a world of bright lights
Scanty Skuf - among those with full plates and clear sights
Scanty Skuf - such a strange kind of union
Empty wallet, but ambitions weigh a ton
Scanty Skuf - in a world of bright lights
Scanty Skuf - among the dull, tired minds
Scanty Skuf - stuck between "was" and "became"
So tell me now, girl: is it worth all the pain?
Run, Lola, run - while you still can
Run, Lola, run - don't you understand
Run, Lola, run - before it's too late
While the Scanty Skuf's still asleep at the gate
Scanty Skuf - in a world of bright lights
Scanty Skuf - among those with full plates and clear sights
Scanty Skuf - such a strange kind of union
Empty wallet, but ambitions weigh a ton
Run, Lola, run - while you still can
Run, Lola, run - don't you understand
Run, Lola, run - before it's too late
While the Scanty Skuf's still asleep at the gate
Run, Lola, run
Run, Lola, run
While the Scanty Skuf still sleeps
Still sleeps
