Текст песни Black
Black, black, black.
Jacket on my shoulders, no looking back.
Black on my fitted, black on my boots, black is my language,
Black is my roots.
Black frame sitting heavy on my face,
Moving through the city at my own pace.
Jacket on my shoulders, no looking back.
Black on my fitted, black on my boots, black is my language,
Black is my roots.
Black frame sitting heavy on my face,
Moving through the city at my own pace.