IC3PEAK - Грустная Сука (Sad b*tch) (English Translation) lyrics

[Intro]
I’ve never been dumb
And I’ll never be happy
I’m a sad b*tch, I’m a sad b*tch
Yes, that’s a choice I made
I never sharpened my teeth
I was born with these fangs
I’m a sad b*tch, I’m a sad b*tch
Yes, that’s a choice I made

[Verse 1]
Cross yourself every time you see me
I disrupt your beliefs
I’m ruining your day with my dead pale face
I don’t care about you being triggered
Wild dogs are afraid both of me and of fire
That’s not a coincidence
I’m throwing up right on your marble floor
Grinning at shadows in the mirror
Cross yourself every time you see me
I disrupt your beliefs
I’m ruining your day with my dead pale face
I don’t care about you being triggered
Wild dogs are afraid both of me and of fire
That’s not a coincidence
I’m throwing up right on your marble floor
Grinning at shadows in the mirror
[Chorus]
I’ve never been dumb
And I’ll never be happy
I’m a sad b*tch, I’m a sad b*tch
Yes, that’s a choice I made
I never sharpened my teeth
I was born with these fangs
I’m a sad b*tch, I’m a sad b*tch
Yes, that’s a choice I made
I’ve never been dumb
And I’ll never be happy
I’m a sad b*tch, I’m a sad b*tch
Yes, that’s a choice I made
I never sharpened my teeth
I was born with these fangs
I’m a sad b*tch, I’m a sad b*tch
Yes, that’s a choice I made

[Verse 2]
There is no one above me here
Luxury life is not my style
I love mud, it makes me high
I smile only when I bite
There is no one above me here
Luxury life is not my style
I love mud, it makes me high
I smile only when I bite
There is no one above me here
Luxury life is not my style
I love mud, it makes me high
I smile only when I bite
There is no one above me here
Luxury life is not my style
I love mud, it makes me high
I smile only when I bite
[Outro]
Cross yourself every time you see me
I disrupt your beliefs
I’m ruining your day with my dead pale face
I don’t care about you being triggered
Wild dogs are afraid both of me and of fire
That’s not a coincidence
I’m throwing up right on your marble floor
Grinning at shadows in the mirror