Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Terrien , by - KroRelease date: 15.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: French
Terrien(original) |
| Petite instru badante, mais on va la rendre bandante |
| J’en connais qui storytell but with time history tells |
| Et ça fait tic tac, ainsi va l’heure depuis que je suis petit |
| Flik Flak, première montre pour ressembler à daddy |
| Mais quel micmac, je sais toujours pas qui je recopie |
| Donc passe le mic mec |
| Nostalgique de ton enfance, c’est ton mariage mais tes noces t’agitent |
| Tu ressembles à un chin de meute affamé qui sur un os s’agit |
| T’aurais pu juste la draguer, mais t’as décidé de la baguer |
| L’amour: une jungle où tout le monde chasse, t’as décidé d'être Baghee- |
| Ras-le-bol de ces pensées divergentes |
| Toujours pas sûr d'être hétéro, tu fais des rêves où dix verges entrent |
| Recette de cuisine loupée? |
| Est-ce que la sauce y était? |
| Reset sur nos vies loopées: on blâme tous la société |
| Ta vie c’est un peu comme ce texte, vraiment rien de structuré |
| Mais t’aimes à croire que si tu t’y mets, ce truc tuerait |
| Rimes riches, sont ta seule richesse |
| Mais tristesse, t’es le meilleur aux triche-tests |
| A l’intérieur t’es un terrien |
| T’es rien sans l’exterieur, t’es qu’un terrain |
| Sur lequel la vie s’exprime, dans laquelle le sexe prime |
| Donne moi tes reins |
| (translation) |
| Bad little beat, but we're gonna make it hot |
| I know some who storytell but with time history tells |
| And it's ticking, so the time has gone since I was little |
| Flik Flak, first watch to look like daddy |
| But what a mess, I still don't know who I'm copying |
| So pass the mic man |
| Nostalgic for your childhood, it's your wedding but your nuptials agitate you |
| You look like a hungry pack chin that on a bone is |
| You could've just hit on her, but you decided to ring her |
| Love: a jungle where everyone hunts, you decided to be Baghee- |
| Fed up with these divergent thoughts |
| Still not sure if you're straight, you're having dreams where ten yards come in |
| Missed cooking recipe? |
| Was the sauce there? |
| Reset on our looped lives: we all blame society |
| Your life is a bit like this text, really nothing structured |
| But you like to think that if you do it, that shit would kill |
| Rich rhymes, are your only wealth |
| But sadness, you're the best at cheats |
| Inside you're an earthling |
| You're nothing without the outside, you're just a field |
| On which life expresses itself, in which sex takes precedence |
| Give me your kidneys |