Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Woods, artist - Shin.
Date of issue: 28.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Slovenian
Woods(original) |
Mozak tol’ko spržen da, od previše woodsa |
Pokušam bit normalan, tad mi kažu lud sam |
Imam puno govana što se prave njuške |
Imam puno dobrih, da, al' išli bi te drukat', da |
Odrasto na ulici pa se pitam: «Šta je duša» |
Čuli bi se urlici da Shin počne pucat' |
Volim krv u vilici kad čuka počne kucat' |
Rekli su mi: «Smiri se», al' boli mene kurac, yeah |
Uz rame tu Rope je, Trideseta gori |
Bacali smo somine, nikada siroti |
Kuje su golotinje, zvjerke al' ukrotive |
A vi niste dobro prošli ak' smo čuli riječi protivne |
Mozak tol’ko spržen da, od previše woodsa |
Pokušam bit normalan, tad mi kažu lud sam |
Imam puno govana što se prave njuške |
Imam puno dobrih, da, al' išli bi te drukat', da |
Palim, žarim, garim, kresam |
Znaš me, tada ne znam gdje sam |
Nema bijesa, nema stresa |
Al' ak' bude potrebe će nestati adresa, yeah |
Nemoj preko Face-a, samo probaj SMS-at' me |
Ak' ti treba kesa il' si želiš vrh zagensat', ne |
Ja ti toga nemam, al' riješavam noći besane |
A ostalo su priče, pičke nude samo predstave |
Mozak tol’ko spržen da, od previše woodsa |
Pokušam bit normalan, tad mi kažu lud sam |
Imam puno govana što se prave njuške |
Imam puno dobrih, da, al' išli bi te drukat', da |
Odrasto na ulici pa se pitam: «Šta je duša» |
Čuli bi se urlici da Shin počne pucat' |
Volim krv u vilici kad čuka počne kucat' |
Rekli su mi: «Smiri se», al' boli mene kurac, yeah |
(translation) |
Brain so fried yes, from too many woods |
I try to be normal, then they show me I'm crazy |
I have a lot of shit about making muzzles |
I have a lot of good ones, yes, but we're going to crush you, yes |
Growing up on the street, I ask myself: "What is a soul" |
You'd hear the screams of Shin shooting' |
I love the blood in my fork when the cock goes clucking' |
They told me: "Calm down", but my dick hurts, yeah |
Next to the shoulder there is Rope, the Thirtieth is burning |
We threw away somny, never orphans |
Bitches are naked, beasts and tame |
But you didn't do well when we heard words of opposition |
Brain so fried yes, from too many woods |
I try to be normal, then they show me I'm crazy |
I have a lot of shit about making muzzles |
I have a lot of good ones, yes, but we're going to crush you, yes |
I burn, glow, burn, bonfire |
You know me, then I don't know where I am |
No rage, no stress |
If necessary, the address will disappear, yeah |
Don't use Face, just try texting me |
If you need a bag or want to start the top, no |
I don't have that for you, but I solve sleepless nights |
But the rest are witnesses, the pussies only offer performances |
Brain so fried yes, from too many woods |
I try to be normal, then they show me I'm crazy |
I have a lot of shit about making muzzles |
I have a lot of good ones, yes, but we're going to crush you, yes |
Growing up on the street, I ask myself: "What is a soul" |
You'd hear the screams of Shin shooting' |
I love the blood in my fork when the cock goes clucking' |
They told me: "Calm down", but my dick hurts, yeah |