Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fani palaa, artist - Steve iVanderAlbum song Olen musta, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.05.2013
Record label: Monsp
Song language: Finnish(Suomi)
Fani palaa(original) |
Sä olit ennen fani mun ovellani |
Ihan sama mitä mä sanoin, sä vastasit et todellaki |
Halusit antaa mulle keikan jälkeen monet halit |
Kunnes päässäs naksahti, kuka mä oon sulle nyt olevani |
«Ku sitä naulaa se laulaa…» |
Iha ku hetki kamois ois, pleksit silmil, valot pois |
Se ei oo mun issue jos sä jossain taas nettipahoinvoit |
Sun puhelin harvoin soi, juotavas tarjoo usein joku toinen |
Otitko päivälääkkees netin äärel, oot niin sairaalloinen |
Tiedät artistin elämäst enemmän ku artisti ite |
Ei sul ollu rahkeit, vaik oot hyvinki narsistine |
Janoot vaan huomioo, mitä sä et tääl mitenkään saanu |
Ketään ei kiinnosta sun jutut vaik sä luulet niin joka aamu |
Dokaat pikkujouluis, ku on joulunalku ja |
Kaikki läheiset luulee et sust tulis kouluampuja |
Mut parempi näin, et sul on ees joku kanava mihin sä tuskaas kanavoit |
Sä pahoinvoit, paa nopee vittu valot pois |
Oot pimees ja vihaat, jos muil on valoa |
Sä oot sisäl ku muut on pihal, sä sisälles katoat |
Meet syvemmälle yhen MCn takia |
Ku toinen apina on sun kaa samoil linjoil, tehkää vittu kapina |
Sä olit ennen fani mun ovellani |
Ihan sama mitä mä sanoin, sä vastasit et todellaki |
Halusit antaa mulle keikan jälkeen monet halit |
Kunnes päässäs naksahti, kuka mä oon sulle nyt olevani |
(Kuka vittu sä oot olevasi?) |
Sä olit ennen fani mun ovellani |
(Vitun kusipää!) |
Sä olit ennen fani mun ovellani |
(Kuka vittu sä oot olevasi?) |
Mä sain oikeesti voimaa sun huomiosta |
Se oli vaan se kuosi jossa olin sillon suosiossa |
Humaltunu vallast ja vallattomuudest |
Ja päihteist — ei bäkkäril oo pannassa huumeet |
Turhaan mä selittelin, ei must ollu idoliks |
Panin sua halval enkä ees ettiny klitorist |
Käytännös kusin teidän kaikkien niskaan |
Ja sä uskottelit itelles «Jee, tää on limskaa» |
Sulle suklaata syötin, sä nielasit syötin, sun ovelle ryömin |
«Tuu kutosella käymään.» |
Tää on rakkautta sairasta, ku nauttisin raipasta |
Et roiku enää paidasta, kun rukoilen ja räyhään |
Pidin nolona sitä et sä pidit musta |
Mut piditsä nolona sitä et pidin siitä et pidit musta? |
Harvoin annoin arvoo |
Mut haluun kuuluu niihin harvoihin jotka ei kato fanii karvoihin |
Sä olit ennen fani mun ovellani |
Ihan sama mitä mä sanoin, sä vastasit et todellaki |
Halusit antaa mulle keikan jälkeen monet halit |
Kunnes päässäs naksahti, kuka mä oon sulle nyt olevani |
Sä olit ennen fani mun ovellani |
Ja mä olin sulle tyly niin |
Kaiken maailman kaseteilla kynytin |
Tää on mulle vaan jobi, sulle totisin tosi |
Sä olit ennen fani mun ovellani |
Mut sua vaan blehat pääs tylytin |
Oli ihailus syvä, mut lyhyt niin |
Sä näit mun läpi, oon vaan persläpi |
Mun eteiseen enkelin teki fani |
Sun lempibiisi on Eminemin Stani |
Nostit levyn jälkeen rimaa, mist mä menin ali |
Menit keikan jälkeen himaan ja mua dissasit ku takin |
Käänsin su edest, olit eturivis |
Kun mä päästin sut etelään |
Mä säälin sun skenee |
Mut aloit huutelee, alaspäin sun suu menee |
Ku samal näit, miten mimmis pääs mua suutelee |
Se on raffii |
Ku olit joka levys ulkoo kuunnellu vaik sul oli uupunu massii |
Koskaa keikalla kuulunu sakkii |
Me oltii ku veikat, toine meist vaan suuttunu lapsiin |
Halusit olla mus kii ku Sikaflexi |
Löysit mun riimistä piikin ku Nipa seksin |
Näit voitoks et oon inhorealisti |
Ja toivot et Kimmo delaa nistin |
(translation) |
You used to be a fan at my door |
Just what I said, you really didn't answer |
You wanted to give me many halls after the gig |
Until you clicked who I am to you now |
«Ku that nails it sings…» |
Wait a minute, you plexus, the lights go out |
It won't be an issue if you get online again |
Sun phone rarely rings, the drink is often offered by someone else |
Did you take your day medicine online, you are so sick |
You know more about an artist's life than an artist |
You didn't have a lot, the resin is very narcissistic |
Thirsty, but pay attention to what you have not received in any way |
No one cares about sun stuff even though you think so every morning |
Dokaat Christmas Eve, Christmas Eve and |
Everyone nearby thinks you sust fire school shooters |
But you better not have a channel where you can channel |
You're nauseous, go quickly fuck the lights off |
You wait dark and you hate if others have light |
The rest of you are in the yard, you disappear inside |
Meet deeper for one MC |
If the other monkey is on the same lines, fuck the rebellion |
You used to be a fan at my door |
Just what I said, you really didn't answer |
You wanted to give me many halls after the gig |
Until you clicked who I am to you now |
(Who the fuck do you think you are?) |
You used to be a fan at my door |
(Fucking asshole!) |
You used to be a fan at my door |
(Who the fuck do you think you are?) |
I really got strength from the sun's attention |
It was just the pattern I was in at the time |
Drunk on power and powerlessness |
And intoxicants - not bäkkäril oo putting drugs |
I explained in vain, black was not an idol |
I put her on the bad and in front of the ettiny clit |
Practice pissing on all of your necks |
And you believed in it «Yeah, this is slime» |
You got a chocolate bait, you swallowed a bait, you crawled to the door |
"Bring a weave to visit." |
This is love for the sick, as long as I enjoy the whip |
You will no longer hang from your shirt when I pray and grumble |
I found it embarrassing that you didn't like black |
But you like that you didn't like it you didn't like it black? |
I rarely gave value |
But the desire is among the few that do not disappear into the hair of the fan |
You used to be a fan at my door |
Just what I said, you really didn't answer |
You wanted to give me many halls after the gig |
Until you clicked who I am to you now |
You used to be a fan at my door |
And I was rude to you like that |
I used cassettes all over the world |
This is better for me, I told you the truth |
You used to be a fan at my door |
But sua but blehat head dumb |
There was a deep admiration, but a short one |
You saw through me, I'm just going through it |
In my hallway an angel made a fan |
Sun's favorite song is Eminemin Stani |
You lifted the bar after the record, from where I went under |
After the show, you went to him and you dissected me |
I turned in front of you, you were in the front row |
When I let the sut south |
I feel sorry for the sun |
But you start screaming, your mouth goes down |
At the same time, you saw how mimmis can kiss me |
It's raffia |
You were listening to every record outside even if you were exhausted |
Ever heard what was heard at the gig |
We were crazy, one of us was angry with the children |
You wanted to be a Sikaflexi |
You found a spike in my rhyme for Nipa sex |
These victories are not unrealistic |
And you hope you don't like Kimmo |