More songs by Robin
More songs by zei
Description
Producer: Luca Fritz
Lyrics and translation
Original
Elimdeki gitar gardırop, -bu kaset içime. -Dedi bana hava bugün yine kapalı.
-What? -Kafamın içerisi hep savaş alanı.
-Ey! -Kaçır beni buradan da bi' nefes alalım.
-Bebek. -Bebek sigarayı sen sar, ben yola bakarım.
-Ey! -Elimdeki kağıt ve cebimdeki kemik.
-What? -Direksiyon elinde, bagajda bir kürek var.
-What? -Nereye sürersen sür bebek, sür bebek.
-Ey! -Yön benim, müsait bi' yere ve siktir et.
Ben hem depresif hem de manyak. Altımda roadster ve kanyak.
Var mı sende fazladan bi' çakmak? Dedi hava soğuk, şimdi şehri yak.
Yaramaz, biraz kafa kası kas, titretir yeri bas.
Dedim sana geri bas lazım, yeni tarz. Dedim ona olmaz, herkes bilirse dedikodu olmaz.
Döndür şeyi son kez, bedroom talk sanki bi' podcast. Kontes gibiyim, podyuma pos gez.
Kafalar türbülans, ben hostes.
Çıkamıyorum kasetten, arabanın küfreden hep sihasetten bro. Teslimat adresten, altım ateşten, severim siyah canı öpmekten.
Yoksa param az, istediğini çalarım. Üzerine para var topuğuna iki sıkarım.
Üşüdüysen senin için buraları yakarım. Bebek seninle ölüme kafa bile tutarım.
English translation
The guitar in my hand is in the wardrobe - this cassette is inside me. -He told me that the weather is cloudy again today.
-What? -The inside of my head is always a war zone.
-Article! -Take me away from here and let's take a breath.
-Baby. -Baby, you smoke the cigarette, I'll take care of the road.
-Article! -The paper in my hand and the bone in my pocket.
-What? -He has the steering wheel in his hand and a shovel in the trunk.
-What? -Wherever you ride baby, ride baby.
-Article! - Direct me to a suitable place and fuck it.
I'm both depressed and crazy. Roadster and brandy under me.
Do you have an extra lighter? He said it's cold, now burn the city down.
Naughty, tighten your head muscles a little, make your place tremble.
I said you need a back bass, new style. I told him no, if everyone knows, there can be no gossip.
Spin the thing for the last time, bedroom talk is like a podcast. I'm like a countess, go to the podium.
Heads are turbulent, I'm the stewardess.
I can't get out of the tape, the car is always cursing, bro. Delivery is from the address, my gold is made of fire, I love kissing the black soul.
Otherwise, I'm short on money, I'll steal whatever you want. There's money on it, I'll squeeze it twice into your heel.
If you're cold, I'll burn this place for you. Baby, I can even defy death with you.