Eamon — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Fraudulent Cloth
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Paroles
Our friendship seemed to be based on what I could do for you, homie
The sad fact is I’m the type of person that would take two for you, homie
You ever give so much till a mother-fucker can’t give no more?
Give so much of his soul that he feel he can’t live no more?
What you want from me? You want blood from me. Want another dub from me, money?
You wanna drain me of every single mother-fucking drop of love from me, money?
I can feel the eyes staring at me even when it’s dark, even when it’s cold
I can feel the lies starting at me even though I’m marked, even though I’m old
Y’all are just some «gimme"mother-fuckers. «Take more of Vinnie"mother-fuckers
Never giving back; don’t know how to act. Just a bunch of shitty mother-fuckers
Gradually night goes on, gradually life goes on It’s tearing me apart. Never really thought that I’d have to right this wrong
I don’t think I’m anti-love, I just think I’m anti-y'all
I just think I’m anti-every mother-fucking tryn’a plan my fall
I was never planning to be great. It’s something that began as a mistake
But me being me, mama always told me I should share what’s on my plate
And just waking up is enough of a struggle today
And most of these phonies that’s close to me push me away
But there ain’t no reason I’m keeping this enemy deep in my veins
Cause I feel the pain
And just waking up is enough of a struggle; I don’t wanna deal with the darkness
Have a mother-fucker laid up by himself tryn’a heal from the conflict
Ever have someone close to you tell you that you really can’t when you can?
I wouldn’t know nothing 'bout that bullshit, and that’s the stamp of a man
And the same one who blamed me, the same one who defamed me Can’t make his own cash, can’t wipe his own ass like a baby
Everything is past or it’s light. Everything is passion and hate
Everything is everything and I don’t think I need to keep a track of the date
Everybody take what I offer. Everybody play like a pauper
The same ones with they hands out be the same ones that hate when I prosper
Tryn’a be a gentleman of sorts. Tryn’a be a better man, of course
Tryn’a set a living; understand that I’mma always be a veteran of loss
What’s the physiology of love? What’s the physiology of pain?
What’s the physiology of every single person that will probably get to reign?
I don’t like when liberty is wrong. I don’t like when misery is gone
I can tell all y’all one thing: all y’all gone' miss me when I’m gone
Traduction des paroles
Tout est tout et je ne pense pas que je dois garder une trace de la date
Tout le monde prend ce que j'offre. Tout le monde joue comme un pauvre
Les mêmes avec qu'ils distribuent soient les mêmes qui détestent quand je prospère
Tryn'a être un gentleman de toutes sortes. Tryn'a être un homme meilleur, bien sûr
Tryn'a mis une vie; comprendre que je suis toujours un vétéran de la perte
Quelle est la physiologie de l'amour? Quelle est la physiologie de la douleur?
Quelle est la physiologie de chaque personne qui va probablement régner?
Je n'aime pas quand liberty a tort. Je n'aime pas quand la misère est partie
Je peux dire à tous y'ALL une chose: all y'all gone ' miss me when i'm gone