Lyrics of 17 - Lutz

17 (original)

Com 17 fiquei fresh, e sem cash, hipotético
Penso em festa, eu sou a besta da Península Ibérica
Pensar next, eu sou o dred, que manifesta o império
When you say that, faço cash, encho a bag, meu remédio
Se a vida é trap
Eu só vou animar o trap
Se eu sou bom, meu bolso cresce
Não interessa slow ou fast
Se eu sou trash então dás dash, isso fica a teu critério
Porque eu sou massive como o rap que me escorre na artéria
Away, away, away
I’m far far away
Far far away
De um feto para a vida, da vida fiz trap
Do trap comida, comida para o resto
D um feto para a vida, da vida fiz trap
Do trap comida, comida para o resto
E ninguém que m troque a volta, que eu não cobro
Porque é tanta cobra à solta, que eu tou mole
Eu tou a soltar o pó da montra lá da Ralph
Na minha bag já tenho cash, e o resto no colo
Podem vir agarrar os meus, porque eu não solto
Eu tou farto de ouvir no feed que o flow é cold
Não tou fraco, só tou a cansar atrás do gold
Na minha praia é tudo um mar, ninguém no toldo
Away, away, away
I’m far far away
Far, far away
Com 17 fiquei fresh, e sem cash, hipotético
Penso em festa, eu sou a besta da Península Ibérica
Pensar next, eu sou o dred, que manifesta o império
When you say that, faço cash, encho a bag, meu remédio
Se a vida é trap
Eu só vou animar o trap
Se eu sou bom, meu bolso cresce
Não interessa slow ou fast
Se eu sou trash então dás dash, isso fica a teu critério
Porque eu sou massive como o rap que me escorre na artéria
Se eu já fui fraco era para hoje ser bom
Porque eu sou massive como o rap que me escorre na artéria

(translation)

At 17 I was fresh, and without cash, hypothetical
I think of parties, I am the beast of the Iberian Peninsula
Think next, I am the dred, who manifests the empire
When you say that, I make cash, I fill the bag, my medicine
If life is trap
I'm just going to animate the trap
If I'm good, my pocket grows
It doesn't matter slow or fast
If I'm trash then you dash, that's up to you
Because I'm massive like the rap that runs down my artery
away, away, away
I'm far far away
Far far away
From a fetus to life, from life I made a trap
Do trap food, food for the rest
I gave a fetus for life, I made a trap out of life
Do trap food, food for the rest
And no one to change me back, which I don't charge
Because there are so many snakes on the loose, that I'm soft
I'm dusting the shop window over at Ralph's
I already have cash in my bag, and the rest in my lap
You can come and grab mine, because I don't let go
I'm tired of hearing in the feed that flow is cold
I'm not weak, I'm just tired after gold
On my beach, everything is a sea, nobody on the awning
away, away, away
I'm far far away
Far, far away
At 17 I was fresh, and without cash, hypothetical
I think of parties, I am the beast of the Iberian Peninsula
Think next, I am the dred, who manifests the empire
When you say that, I make cash, I fill the bag, my medicine
If life is trap
I'm just going to animate the trap
If I'm good, my pocket grows
It doesn't matter slow or fast
If I'm trash then you dash, that's up to you
Because I'm massive like the rap that runs down my artery
If I was once weak, it was supposed to be good today
Because I'm massive like the rap that runs down my artery