I had to think that I would grow up one day
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I had to wish for something else, don't you know
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You are my heart my mother and my father, my sister and my daughter
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Which I said I would leave, you know I can't and you take me by the mouth
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You know I'm fake when I ask for the last dance
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When I'm at a standstill, who do I think of?
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Who is the kite and who is the wind
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And I sing instead of running after money
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I chose to shake hands with a handful of fans
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The last golan in the neighborhood, I rap
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I say hi to the guys in the parking lot as I pass
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I'm watching the movie again, beer with merchandise, what a merchandise it is
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See I don't care, what dirty clothes
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What a sucker, but still cool
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It seems like a lifetime has passed, brothers, when in fact it has
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There are a maximum of 5 years between us that separate us
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During which time I walked all over the country
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I gargle from home, I was waiting to see the station again
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Craiova mo' fucker, I represent until I die
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Through music in 2013 for the future
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Robot when I start writing, I can't stop
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And in case you didn't know, I make poems
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There's someone up there who loves me
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But I fell into sin again and it punishes me
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I reach to my pocket and then to my chest again |
Karma can suck me - in Romanian
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1−3 from the sea, this is my destiny'
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Tomis Nord, don't forget, this is how the movie begins'
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I'm still alive to see them, to tell them
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It's been 9 years already, I'm not going to quit now
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Since then, a lot has changed, where is the food
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And I don't see any golan guarding the stairs
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I smoke on the bench, I don't hide
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I'm not 13 anymore, I'm not a saint anymore
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No pattern and the neighbors know
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Come into the house, mother, it's late
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And desolate and dark and uncertain and it's going to fall flat'
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Cars with music at full blast, burning it down
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I remember everything, everything that mattered, in fact
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First cunt, second, third, first blunt
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First time I shot, North Cliff
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In the toilet at the bar or when I was in the attic
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I take a pen to kill myself when I go to pee
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I combine them with alcohol, you don't have to worry
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Do you remember, Ciciș? |
I was your butt
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You were my princess, shut up, I hated you
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And all of that has brought me to where I am today
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The first time you roll is when you fall
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Remember me, the most important thing
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To be honest with you, that's who I really am |
There's someone up there who loves me
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But I fell into sin again and it punishes me
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I reach to my pocket and then to my chest again
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Karma can suck me - in Romanian |