Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fani palaa , by - Steve iVanderSong from the album Olen musta, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 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 |