Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Na svoj način , by - Kontra. Release date: 29.10.2020
Song language: Croatian
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Na svoj način , by - Kontra. Na svoj način(original) |
| Kocka leda |
| Dva, tri prsta |
| Flaša s posvetom |
| Kez od uha do uha |
| Veći budžet osjetno |
| Pa ne radimo prosječno |
| Ne visimo s prosjekom |
| Rušimo sve prepreke |
| Il' ih ostavimo s procjepom |
| Diskografija, dosljedno |
| Ne znam šta se čudite |
| Ništa niste prodali |
| Reci mi šta nudite |
| Prigodan za prilike |
| Na stil pečat i patent |
| Šarm s ulice, maniri |
| Uzdašak Frank-a Sinatr-e |
| Čitam remek djela |
| Čitam male i velike umove |
| Iz uglova ih gledam za koje nemaš pravi uglomjer |
| Stari Kontra umro je |
| Ja ga prvi ne žalim |
| Mada kad ga spomenu |
| Nekad doživim Déjà-vu |
| Nisi mi u koži |
| Ne znaš nosit' moje tene |
| Loše vrijeme sve je diglo |
| Malo vrijede pored cijene |
| Odrasli ljudi pričaju, balavci jezik za zube |
| Greška je bila dat' vam riječ |
| Jebiga i to je za ljude |
| Radim na svoj način |
| Na svoj način |
| Ispliv’o sam na svoj način |
| Na svoj način |
| Neću reći kako |
| Neću ni zavlačit' |
| Nek' svako shvati kako hoće |
| Na svoj način |
| Srednja klasa, jedna plata, sve se krpi |
| Radni stol je pun knjiga |
| Preko ljeta nešto vrtim |
| Tacna mi je u ruci |
| A na pameti veliki planovi |
| Tačno deset godina me od tad svrbe dlanovi |
| Bio 'đe sam treb’o |
| Pravo vrijeme, pravo mjesto |
| Sjeb’o šta sam sjeb’o |
| Ne razmišljam o tom nešto |
| Stari lisac, sve je laž |
| Priča i kozmetika |
| Nemoj mi lagat podočnjake, bore i oči skeptika |
| Pričam priče mene, tebe, nje i njega |
| Normalno da nisam krimos |
| Nisi skont’o, sjedi jedan |
| Nosim bol i strahove, u tenama, k’o podsjetnik |
| Kad bude zapelo, na to da sam pobjednik |
| I čuvam ruku zazidanu |
| Moj je prag k’o utvrda |
| Bit će sila uprta, uz svakog ko je uzdrma |
| Ništa preko noći, moj Rim sagrađen u duši |
| Ja ću pravit kule |
| Vi se idalje pravite ludi |
| Radim na svoj način |
| Na svoj način |
| Ispliv’o sam na svoj način |
| Na svoj način |
| Neću reći kako |
| Neću ni zavlačit |
| Nek' svako shvati kako hoće |
| Na svoj način |
| Grube ruke, rana jutra |
| Hustle preguram |
| Za glupost ne’am kad, smišljam poslove |
| Zato ne duvam |
| Bistre misli u moru mutnih pogleda, telećih |
| Su ti jake k’o beton |
| Za šta god da te optereti |
| U glavi glasni su meleci |
| Šejtan je mutiran |
| Skandiraju: «Drži fokus! |
| «Dok on šuti k’o kutija |
| Ne šupljiram |
| Nisam dužan nikom, sem dječaku |
| Kojem sam obeć'o forsice i devet cifri na bankomatu |
| Neko kaže snovi |
| Ja to kažem ultimatum |
| Neko daje nadu |
| Ja ti dajem vrijeme, datum |
| Ostavljam bez daha k’o vakuum |
| Od prvog uratka |
| Nemojte se gurat' |
| Kad sreća bit' će vam kurata |
| Mozak bure baruta |
| Bosna, miči prste |
| Dat' ću pečat kulturi, ne zlatni lanac i prsten |
| Srcem |
| Što te ne ubije, napravi te jačim |
| Pa od blata pravim put iz svog pakla |
| Na svoj način |
| (translation) |
| An ice cube |
| Two, three fingers |
| Dedication bottle |
| Kez from ear to ear |
| Significantly bigger budget |
| Well, we don't do average |
| We don't hang with the average |
| We break down all obstacles |
| Or we leave them with a gap |
| Discography, consistently |
| I don't know why you are surprised |
| You haven't sold anything |
| Tell me what you offer |
| Suitable for occasions |
| On the style stamp and patent |
| Street charm, manners |
| Sigh of Frank Sinatra |
| I read masterpieces |
| I read small and big minds |
| I look at them from angles for which you don't have a real protractor |
| The old Contra died |
| I'm not the first to feel sorry for him |
| Although when they mention him |
| Sometimes I experience Déjà-vu |
| You are not in my shoes |
| You don't know how to wear my skin |
| The bad weather is all up |
| They are worth a little more than the price |
| Grown people are talking, drooling |
| The mistake was giving you the word |
| Fuck it and it's for people |
| I work my way |
| In their own way |
| I swam out in my own way |
| In their own way |
| I won't say how |
| I won't even delay' |
| Let everyone understand as they want |
| In their own way |
| Middle class, one salary, everything is patched up |
| The desk is full of books |
| I do some gardening over the summer |
| The tray is in my hand |
| And big plans on the mind |
| Exactly ten years since then, my palms have itched |
| I was where I needed to be |
| Right time, right place |
| Fuck what I fucked up |
| I don't think about it |
| Old fox, it's all a lie |
| Story and Cosmetics |
| Don't lie to me about dark circles, wrinkles and the eyes of a skeptic |
| I tell stories of me, you, her and him |
| Of course I'm not a criminal |
| You haven't figured it out, you're sitting alone |
| I carry pain and fears, in my skin, as a reminder |
| When it comes down to it, I'm a winner |
| And I keep my hand closed |
| My threshold is like a fortress |
| There will be a force attached to anyone who shakes it |
| Nothing overnight, my Rome built in the soul |
| I will build towers |
| You are still acting crazy |
| I work my way |
| In their own way |
| I swam out in my own way |
| In their own way |
| I won't say how |
| I won't even delay |
| Let everyone understand as they want |
| In their own way |
| Rough hands, early mornings |
| I push through the hustle |
| I don't have time for stupidity, I think of jobs |
| That's why I don't blow |
| Clear thoughts in a sea of cloudy, veal views |
| You are as strong as concrete |
| Whatever it burdens you with |
| Angels are loud in the head |
| Satan is mutated |
| They chant: "Keep focus! |
| "While he is silent like a box |
| I'm not kidding |
| I owe no one but the boy |
| With which I promised cash and nine figures at the ATM |
| Someone says dreams |
| I call that an ultimatum |
| Someone gives hope |
| I give you the time, the date |
| I leave you breathless like a vacuum |
| From the first work |
| Don't Push' |
| When luck will be your curate |
| The brain of a powder keg |
| Bosnia, move your fingers |
| I will stamp the culture, not a gold chain and a ring |
| With the heart |
| What doesn't kill you makes you stronger |
| Well, I'm making a way out of my hell out of mud |
| In their own way |