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Official audio for ‘This Year' by Hilltop Hoods. New album 'Fall From The Light', listen here: https://HilltopHoods.lnk.to/FFTLID Listen to more: https://HilltopHoods.lnk.to/MusicID Subscribe to the YouTube channel: https://HilltopHoods.lnk.to/YouTubeID Tour Dates: https://hilltophoods.com/shows/ Official store: https://hilltophoods.lnk.to/MusicStoreID Sign up to mailing list: https://HilltopHoods.lnk.to/MailingLi... Follow Hilltop Hoods on – Instagram: https://HilltopHoods.lnk.to/FollowID/... Facebook: https://HilltopHoods.lnk.to/FollowID/... TikTok: https://HilltopHoods.lnk.to/FollowID/... Twitter: https://HilltopHoods.lnk.to/FollowID/... Spotify: https://HilltopHoods.lnk.to/FollowID/... Apple Music: https://HilltopHoods.lnk.to/FollowID/... Website: https://HilltopHoods.lnk.to/FollowID/... #HilltopHoods #ThisYear #FallFromTheLight #HipHop #Rap Created by https://www.bbgmusic.co/ LYRICS SUFFA I do not feel nada - Gucci, Louis, Prada, Nothing I could buy to find the feeling that I’m after, Back when I was younger, happiness came easy, Now that I am older, I’m a different species, And I’m so embarrassed that I feel so rotten, Some people have real problems, and I feel I’m not them, If I can’t be happy when everything is perfect, I think I must be damaged or do not deserve it, Underneath the surface, feel my blood is rushing, And I’m feeling nervous that I’m feeling nothing, But I’m kind of bluffing about me feeling nothing, I am feeling worry that I am not feeling something, Everything is stressful but nothing is important, Find I can’t successfully hold on to a thought but, If that thought’s a worry, I hold it like it love me, A bearhug to crush me, and then it corrupts me, but you know This here is my year, This here is my year, This, this, this here is my year, This here is my year, This here’s my year, this year yeah, This here’s my year, this year go, This here’s my year, this year yeah, Ay-yo Listen, it’s not like I’m in Mexico sitting in a cabana, But the Lexapro’s kicking in, ta-dah, Got my iPhone acting like a night light Feelings are killer, wishing I was Mr Brightside, But I’m Mr Why Try? Sitting on the sideline, I go missing, bye, bye, like some shitty wi-fi, Opening wounds have me looking for a quiet high, Take nine shots, get some dopamine or die trying, When I try some quiet time, ends in an outburst, Live in your head, can’t forget to do the housework, It’s all about the upkeep, but I cannot keep up, Seems the voices in my head need to speak up Maybe I need church? Or maybe mosque or temple? Somewhere I can learn to treat myself more gentle, Wake up in the morning, got some hurt that I’m working on through, God, I got me journaling to do and it sound like This here is my year, This, this, this here is my year, This here is my year, This here is my year, This here’s my year, this year yeah, This here’s my year, this year go, This here’s my year, this year yeah, Ay-yo Look man, look man, They don’t call me Suffa for nothing, don’t push man, I’m close to the edge like I’m Bono, In slo-mo, or feeling stuck in time like a photo, The days are long but years are short, But I’m staying strong to clear my thoughts, ‘Cause I don’t want to hurt myself no more, Or pick at the skin until it’s thin and so raw, The medication put the weight on, But it’s nothing I can’t take on to take off, Had a revelation, something I can pray on, I’m late on the self-love, and due for a day off, And what they say of me’s that I’m hard work, But I’m working hard on my hurt and my heart now, And the hard work is something I can’t shirk, ‘Cause I know that pain is a burden you pass down