OnlyOne — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Angels & Demons
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Paroles
She work in the corner, hungry
But these streets got plenty crack for her
Bloody massacre
Passengers with money asking her for sex
Money-hungry scavengers circling the air
Why is capitalism the only culture we share?
This lost paradise that lead 'em on
To terrorize the streets with bombs
Even my own father caught a parasite from Vietnam
I was that child scared of life
Who wishes he was there that night
Like you won’t touch your hair the night
Those parasites who beat his mom
Looking at his parents' pipe, trying to keep his calm
No longer scared to fight
The boy who once was weak is strong
Grew fangs, became a wolf
Speak the thoughts, leak out my skull
To stop the sheepish evil cult
‘Cause the average people won’t
I awoke, my mother’s been crying the whole night
But I’m 21 now, my mother’s been crying my whole life
I can’t repay you with any money I hand her
Even if I hold it tight and help her fight the cancer
Even when we fight and I act like I can’t stand her
She asks me if I wanna live
And I don’t know the answer
We’ve been working like slaves, our hands hurt
Rich people don’t know they’re rich
They live at higher standards
These tiny cribs with no heat, tiny ribs with no meat
Riding whips with no seats
And writing shit with no beats
I’m like a pit with no leash, that’s biting pigs and police
It’s the right thing I chose to speak
Uniting us through global peace
We’ve been waiting for a change… it’s here now
Politics is the reason we’ve been poor for years now
My peers clown when they’re drunk at a barbecue
‘Cause they think life is something to party through
The company’s marketing is targeting you
It’s partially true, then again, you already knew
Are we confused? ‘Cause whether we rich or poor
All we think about it money, money and gettin' more!
I use my fist to force this bitch to hit the floor, when all is done this
liquor store lick can support my college fund
Put all them fucking hands up and give me your wallet!
Don’t make me pull out this whatchamacallit
I used to work a 9-to-5 for nothin', scrubbin' a dish
No bucket or whip, yeah, I take a bus on this bitch
I’m depressed as hell ‘cause I’m in love fuckin' this chick
But I’m thinking about my ex while she’s cuttin' her wrist
They can’t stomach my shit, they don’t know how Only live
They grew up with silver spoons like Only’s homies did
I won’t be rich and we won’t be stars
But a fuck I don’t give, so don’t be hard
This isn’t the first time that I wrote these bars
Shit got stolen when they broke into my car
So this is the rewrite, and it only seems right
If my mood changes when Sape brings back in the beat, like-
Traduction des paroles
magasin d'alcools lécher pouvez soutenir mon fonds de collège
Levez les mains et donnez-moi votre portefeuille!
Ne m'oblige pas à sortir ce truc
J'avais l'habitude de travailler un 9 contre 5 pour rien, frotter un plat
Pas de seau ou de fouet, Ouais, je prends un bus sur cette salope
Je suis déprimé parce que je suis amoureux de cette nana
Mais je pense à mon ex pendant qu'elle se coupe le poignet
Ils ne peuvent pas digérer ma merde, ils ne savent pas comment vivre seulement
Ils ont grandi avec des cuillères en argent comme seuls les potes l'ont fait
Je ne serai pas riche et nous ne serons pas des stars
Mais une baise que je ne donne pas, alors ne soyez pas dur
Ce n'est pas la première fois que j'écris ces barres
La merde a été volée quand ils sont entrés par effraction dans ma voiture
Donc, c'est la réécriture, et cela semble juste
Si mon humeur change quand Sape ramène dans le rythme, comme-