song Muffin with chocolate by Ivan Nikishchenko

the song Muffin with chocolate by Ivan Nikishchenko
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In dark, I see a silhouette, fear and panic, and I turn on light. What's next, question is that I decided to record a video because it's fashionable now, but unfortunately I don't have any ideas in my head. I pressed the record button, looked into camera, and barely uttered first two words: "Hi, how are you?" So is beginning, and I continue: if you're listening to nonsense, you're either lazy or too young. I need to say something smart, but how can I do that? When there's a question mark in your head!
Chorus: Muffin with chocolate on top, and I was so dreaming about a cupcake, because everything was bad at home.
Chorus: Muffin with chocolate on top, and I was so dreaming about a cupcake, because everything was bad at home.
 Mug leaks, the roof in the house is loose, and they often interrupt me, lowering my self-esteem.
Agree, it's annoying. Here's a question for you: "Why does a prostitute need a cucumber when she is attacked by ducks?"
It's hard to think about it, but I continued: A young talent needs everything to live, otherwise there is no inspiration.
And here we go again, repeating a bunch of phrases, and it's not about making it as easy as flushing toilet; you need to wrinkle your forehead to understand - lesson!
Now let's turn to current problem.:
 Beliefs in the world are dead. How did you deal with range of threats?
A monologue for those who silently shout "SOS!" I admire myself, I applaud myself standing up, and as a reward I see a view of sea from my window.
- Narrator lowered his eyes, but a moment ago he was happy. One day idyllic year will come,
and this Monday sloth in me will die. Hissing deceiver and bully will fall silent, and in depths of his evil eyes you can see my reflection.
I'm consumed by Internet foam, domestic violence, and laziness, but I'm best critic. I keep waiting for the time when  universe itself will tell me what to do. World is disgusting, it's sick, I feel sick, why doesn't the world care?
Chorus: Muffin with chocolate icing, and I was so dreaming about a cupcake, because everything was bad at home.
Chorus: Muffin with chocolate icing, and I was so dreaming about a cupcake, because everything was bad at home.
I'm exhausted, the source of inspiration has long since dried up, I'm sad, and I'm going to eat dessert, considering limited selection in store. When there is no joy inside, you are the perfect buyer for quick pleasures.
Fake news, the first fallen cross.
Camera takes the words into eternity,  darkness catches the light of the lamp. -Wow! I've written the text and I'm happy with myself. Just turn on your favorite smartphone and become a great poet - rap is either there or it's not, it's like turning on or off the light, it all depends on you: "Trust me, any sucker can become a star!"
Chorus: Muffin with chocolate in the wind, and I dreamed so much about a cupcake, because everything was bad at home.
Chorus: Muffin with chocolate on top, and I really wanted a cupcake because everything was bad at home.