Agent 23 & BSki Rocks — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Withdrawals
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « Withdrawals » de Agent 23 & BSki Rocks.
Paroles
It’s 23; hard to find me in the spot sober
I tuned in, turned on, dropped out, and got over
My only religion is spittin' 'til God shows up
And found peace; with every beat, I’m a lot closer
Trapped between seeking wisdom and hedonism
I see visions; speak of my rhythm and people listen
Cause I rock thorough; dawn to dusk and nocturnal
Got inside my mind; minds are bent like crop circles
Underground spit; still ram-shackled
But my jams tackle cats; tide away the sand castles
The way I spit it, every album is a riddle
Because I’m gifted like Malcolm in the Middle
I got it covered; competitors sweat like brick and
Hot mustard; getting hang-ups like wrong numbers
Anti-aircraft aimed at the wack when I wage war
But laidback; this is the path it was laid for
Laidback; this is the path I was made for
Laidback, yo, yo
Cause I’m addicted to funk like drunks to sip bottles
If I don’t grip the mic, then I suffer withdrawals
That are just awful; so I kick my flows out
While cats keep yelling like «no doubt»
Addicted to funk like drunks to sip bottles
If I don’t grip the mic, then I suffer withdrawals
That are just awful; so I smash tracks to bits
While cats keep talking about it like «that's the shit»
My cabinets with no books are cavernous
My pens are ravenous; sleep is sacrilege
Speaking for the universe and serving as a catalyst
Strictly pure shit; no preservatives and additives
It’s 23 giving what you need
And I can’t stop moving like that bus in Speed
I must travel every city and country from Sydney to Hungary
Making a living by spitting on funk beats as I’m
Ready to get grungy but mastered fantastic
Pump up the bass and blast the hand clap shit
Let’s get it going; so cocky when I’m flowing
That I speak as spokesman writing slogans for Trojan
I get you open like heart surgery
And only the cat behind the bar is serving me
But whether it be studio joints or handheld shit
I got to rip the mic; I can’t help it
I can’t help it
I can’t help it
Uh-uh, because, because
Cause I’m addicted to funk like drunks to sip bottles
If I don’t grip the mic, then I suffer withdrawals
That are just awful; so I shoot my slang
While cats keep yelling like «do your thang»
Addicted to funk like drunks to sip bottles
If I don’t grip the mic, then I suffer withdrawals
That are just awful; so I let the lyrics rip
While cats keep talking about it like «I'm feeling it»
Write diligent; shine like filament
Given the mics away like «Stop me before I kill again!»
Busting sessions, crushing peasants
With the best inventions since combustion engines
Welcome to the eye of the storm when I perform
I get crowds moving like pulling fire alarms
The oldie spot rocker; never cock-blocker
Got proppers; haters bite balls like gobstoppers
Now watch the head nod; kind of a stiff neck
So, no I ain’t rich yet, or hope to get big checks
But I rhyme 'cause I enjoy it, not to go exploit it
To an industry that’s full of shit like broken toilets
Third-eye; we going 20/20 like Sealab
Rhyming gets me higher than zigzags and weed bags
I can’t relax; I just relapse
23's a full-on addict like «Fuck rehab!»
23, funkaholic for life, G.F.E
Traduction des paroles
Je dois déchirer le micro; Je n'y peux rien
Je ne peux pas l'aider
Je ne peux pas l'aider
Euh, euh, parce que, parce que
Parce que je suis accro au funk comme aux ivrognes pour siroter des bouteilles
Si Je ne sais pas saisir le micro, alors je souffre des retraits
Qui sont tout simplement horrible; donc je tire mon argot
Alors que les chats continuent à crier comme " Faites votre thang»
Accro au funk comme des ivrognes pour siroter des bouteilles
Si Je ne sais pas saisir le micro, alors je souffre des retraits
Qui sont tout simplement horrible; alors je laisse les paroles déchirer
Alors que les chats continuent à en parler comme «je le sens»
Écrire diligent; briller comme filament
Étant donné les micros loin comme " Arrêtez-moi avant que je tue à nouveau!»
Busting sessions, écrasant les paysans
Avec les meilleures inventions depuis les moteurs à combustion
Bienvenue dans l'Œil de la tempête quand je joue
Je fais bouger les foules comme tirer des alarmes incendie
Le vieux spot rocker; jamais coq-bloqueur
Got proppers; haters bite boules comme gobstoppers
Maintenant, regardez la tête hocher la tête; une sorte de cou raide
Donc, Non, Je ne suis pas encore riche, ou j'espère avoir de gros chèques
Mais je rime parce que j'aime ça, pas pour aller l'exploiter
Pour une industrie qui est pleine de merde comme des toilettes cassées
Troisième œil; nous allons 20/20 comme Sealab
Rimes me fait plus haut que des zigzags et des sacs de mauvaises herbes
Je ne peux pas me détendre; je rechute juste
23 est un toxicomane complet comme " Fuck rehab!»
23, funkaholic pour la vie, G. F. E