Adele

(Aham)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Wow)
(Aham)
(Yeah)
(Wow wow)
(Wow wow)
(Ham)

I smoked too much, I didn't live too little
And in the middle of the sea there are many trials
The wind carries away the weak
A beating breaks the cowards
War tactics unfolding from a visual perspective

The red of the stone
My earthly blood cuts through emotion instantly, like swimming

Warm, enclosed room
Square formed
It's me, my cigarette, and a bunch of frustrations

Smooth jazz in the box
Concern of the lane
It's about not being so bad that we forget the good side

The drug knows what hurts me
She knows what she prefers
Between the lighthouse of the boat and Adele's fierce lyrics

When I leave, don't cry
I've already lost everything, this sucks
When we have nothing left, we realize how much we have

Point out my flaws as if I weren't the work of art
I don't want any trouble with you, if you mess around, just slam the door