Joyner Lucas — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Opposites Attract
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « Opposites Attract » de Joyner Lucas.
Paroles
Heaven hell, hella heaven, Sunday school
Mac 11, prison camps, colleges and crash courses
Driving lessons, bad bitches, prostitutes
Death threats, hospitals, gang-banging
Private schools, chains hanging
Drama too, blang blanging
Cultivating new cribs, home invasions
Child abuse, motivation
Talk to God, smoke with Satan
Wedding rings, divorce paper settlements
Court cases, medicine
AIDS victims, Malcolm X, racism
UFOs, aeroplanes, crop circles, man-made
Demolishing, landscape starvation, pancakes
Skinny jeans, baggy pants
Relationships, back-up plans
White rice, Zatarains
Open lanes, traffic jam
Bloods, crips, Latin kings, intelligence
Lack of brains, negligence
Accolades and skeletons
And plastic veins, lucid dreams
Sleep walking, dry snitching
Streets talking competition
Police calls in the projects when the beat starts
Now put your motherfucking hands up high
(I've been having such a bad week)
Now put your motherfucking hands up high
(I've been having such a bad week)
Hands up high
(That's when opposites attract me)
Let it go Hella heaven, heaven hell
Falling off, record sales
Balling out, broke as hell, free at last
Back to jail, candy paint
Candy amps, candy canes
Can he pass? Can he reign?
So for real, black teeth, golden grill
Thug life, honest life, real life
Drama life, urban life
Healthy life, broke life
Wealthy life, rag, riches
Riches, rags, fags, bitches
Bitches mad, bad Christians
Hypocrites and half niggas
Niggas half hit the deck
Planet ships, cigarettes
Cancer sticks, Smith & Wes'
Banana clips, niggas death
I’m hearing shit, carnivores
Herbivores, all the wars
All the facts, hieroglyphics
High blood pressure, heart feeling heart attacks
And call the cab, walk the block
Mouth shut, you talk a lot
Open field, car garage
Unemployment, morning jobs
Kill the youth, multiply
Keep it real, falsify
Make a mess, organise
Fake my death, all the time
Now put your motherfucking hands up high
(I've been having such a bad week)
Now put your motherfucking hands up high
(I've been having such a bad week)
Hands up high
(That's when opposites attract me)
Hands up high
(That's when opposites attract me)
They say my temple is a magnet
My brain is a gadget
Yeah my soul is a rapture
This that opposite attraction
I got opposite intentions
I got positive incentive
I should rob a nigga senseless
I hope them cops’ll get defensive
There ain’t no stopping this I’ve been it Fuck yo' confidence I’ve been sick
Fuck yo' opposition, I’m kinda different, I hop inside a spaceship
I been lost in different places
Bitch I’m locked into the matrix
Put my thoughts in different cages
Watch me turn portraits into paintings
Who told you right is wrong in your eyes?
Who said wrong is right with no lies?
They said I was wrong the whole time
Turn them lights off its show time
Who told you there wasn’t no God?
Who told you that I don’t know God?
Who told you that I don’t go hard?
I’ll give you something big to choke on I never follow rules and no laws
Turn your fucking head to coleslaw
This that winter flow, that mistletoe, kiss you goodbye, so long
I’m that
I’m that Maserati two-tone
Ain’t no cavities in this jaw bitch
Ain’t no gravity in these songs
And I’ve been wanting it for so long
They’ve been talking shit for so long
This my ocean now, when them sharks lurking
Bitch my coat rocking so raw
This what happens on a two way street when I’m opposite Rose Cross
All your common sense’ll go lost
All your common sense’ll go lost
All your common sense’ll go lost
Tell me what happened to you?
What have you done? Where your mind at?
Hol' on Tell your daughter put some clothes on Tell your son put his coat on Tell my father pull his skirt down
He ain’t did shit for me in so long
Fuck your opinion nigga I’m grown
They don’t like the shit that I’m on Can’t accept the fact that I’m grown
Just accept the fact that I’m on Ain’t no evil practice in here
I got Jesus all in my bones
I got angel wings on my back
I got 808's on my track
Shit I been wanting this for so long
They been talking shit for so long
This my ocean now, when them sharks lurking
Bitch my coat rocking so raw
This what happens on a two way street when I’m opposite Rose Cross
All your common sense’ll go lost
All your common sense’ll go lost
Traduction des paroles
Ciel enfer, Hella ciel, l'école du dimanche
Mac 11, camps de prisonniers, collèges et cours intensifs
Leçons de conduite, mauvaises chiennes, prostituées
Menaces de mort, hôpitaux, gangbanging
Écoles privées, chaînes suspendues
Drame aussi, blang blanging
Cultiver de nouvelles crèches, invasions de maisons
Maltraitance des enfants, motivation
Parlez à Dieu, fumez avec Satan
Anneaux de mariage, Règlements de papier de divorce
Affaires judiciaires, médecine
Victimes du SIDA, Malcolm X, racisme
Ovnis, avions, crop circles, artificiels
Démolition, famine de paysage, crêpes
Jeans Skinny, pantalon baggy
Relations, plans de secours
Riz blanc, Zatarains
Voies ouvertes, embouteillages
Les Bloods, les crips, les Latin kings, de l'intelligence
Manque de cerveaux, négligence
Accolades et squelettes
Et des veines en plastique, des rêves lucides
Sommeil marche, Mouchard sec
Rues parler concurrence
La Police appelle les projets quand le rythme commence
Maintenant, mettez votre putain de mains de haut
(J'ai eu une mauvaise semaine)
Maintenant, mettez votre putain de mains de haut
(J'ai eu une mauvaise semaine)
Les mains bien haut
(C'est quand les contraires m'attirent)
Laisse tomber Hella heaven, heaven hell
Tomber, les ventes de disques
Ball hors, cassé comme l'enfer, enfin libres
Retour en prison, candy paint
Bonbons des amplis, des cannes de bonbon
Peut-il transmettre? Peut-il régner?
Donc, pour de vrai, dents noires, grille dorée
La vie de voyou, la vie honnête, la vraie vie
Vie dramatique, vie urbaine
De vie en bonne santé, a brisé la vie
Vie riche, chiffon, richesse
La richesse, les chiffons, les pédés, les salopes
Chiennes fous, mauvais chrétiens
Hypocrites et demi négros
Niggas moitié frappé le pont
Planète Navires, cigarettes
Le Cancer de bâtons, Smith & Wes
Banane clips, niggas mort
J'entends de la merde, carnivores
Herbivores, toutes les guerres
Tous les faits, hiéroglyphes
Hypertension artérielle, coeur sentiment crises cardiaques
Et appelez le taxi, marchez dans le pâté de maisons
Bouche fermée, vous parlez beaucoup
Terrain ouvert, garage
Chômage, emplois du matin
Tuer les jeunes, multiplier
Rester dans la réalité, de falsifier
Faire un gâchis, organiser
Faux ma mort, tout le temps
Maintenant, mettez votre putain de mains de haut
(J'ai eu une mauvaise semaine)