Jason Graves — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Last Man Standing
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « Last Man Standing » de Jason Graves.
Paroles
Target cart is hard to push beaming
Racks on racks on racks you can’t see me Hustle for the credit, my debit is un-seemingly
I’m sippin' on that hard til' my devil is a genie
Cuz' off ten grand, I tripped, got greedy
2 step rep, black tee, why me? trees
Blowing out the maxima I can’t see
But THEY SEE ME
Rap lyrics, my spirit is ungrounded
Black Paisley is us cuz' we found it Keep hands off, or boss you’ll get grounded
I play nice til' I get pushed
Then it’s off to the motherfucking races
More black friends than white, more gay than straight
So who’s shaking?
Sones rolled on- we roll deep the twenty twelve death-row-records,
with more conscience
2 tone rebel, grayscale maims so I’m off my color wheel shit, and insane
Or so says the doctor, but fuck that asshole
I’m off PAXIL I cracked my shackles
So I’m back in this motherfucking bitch
Dick feeling 10 times longer than it prolly ever is
I’m not one for bragging brashly
But on the humble I banged 2 girls named Ashley
Pitch me down 'til I put em' on their ass-cheeks
Incendiary commentary, I’m a gas leak
«E-dub how you livin'?» what they ask me
«Pretty good, baby girl. What’s yo' ass need?»
I’m on top of every hill even when I’m falling down
Flushing every pill cuz' the nature is my sound
Smoking megan’s goods cuz' it helps to slow me down
When my mind is racing, I lean on myself and family
Throwing elbows, rights and left
Spencer Hawes in the paint I pick up what’s left
While I stunt in my Grammy pose, my two tone polo knit sweater- straight from
the Goodwill
I’m cold blooded, used to be nice but that’s done with
Depression made me hard, gleemon- NEX’D ugly
Shouts to the gamers, euro-teenagers
I get love from the truth and whose shameless
Waiting for a bad review, keep waitin'
I’m too live for that shit, and impatient
Check up on some hipster girls who might blog in Fishtown
I’m still not sure
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It’s no problem, I use bloggin' - in a metaphorical way cause I’m boggled
By the type of, stupid shit that we love
And how I’m guilty Simpson of that new dub
So we keep changing, huh, rearranging, huh
'Til we beaten down so hard we’re just aimless
Numb from the pain so forget about beef
Black Paisley 2012, World Metta Peace
Two tone rebel, grays don’t fades
I know I’m from the future and the future looks great
I wear my P cap, I’m never gonna trade
I love Charm City getting busy on a train
Chains and Tux, I love the uh Out in public, out in London where the love is lust
Two-toned to the death of me, fucking with some destiny
And I ain’t talking children and strippers and killing apathy
Not the rapper, the adjective actually
The action or lack thereof
Traduction des paroles
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Ce n'est pas un problème, j'utilise bloggin' - d'une manière métaphorique parce que je suis boggled
Par le genre de merde stupide que nous aimons
Et comme je suis coupable Simpson de ce nouveau dub
Donc on continue à changer, hein, à réorganiser, hein
Jusqu'à ce que nous battions si fort que nous sommes juste sans but
Engourdi de la douleur alors oubliez le boeuf
Noir Paisley 2012, Monde Metta Paix
Deux tons rebelles, les gris ne se fane pas
Je sais que je suis du futur et le futur est superbe
Je porte ma casquette P, je n'échangerai jamais
J'aime Charm City s'occuper dans un train
Les chaînes et les Tux, j'aime le euh en public, à Londres, où l'amour est la luxure
Deux tons à la mort de moi, baise avec un destin
Et je ne parle pas d'enfants et de strip teaseuses et je tue l'apathie
Pas le rappeur, l'adjectif en fait
L'action ou de l'absence de celui-ci