Telefonate - Tedua, Izi
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Telefonate - Tedua, Izi

Альбом
Orange County California
Год
2017
Язык
`Italian`
Длительность
178090

Below is the lyrics of the song Telefonate , artist - Tedua, Izi with translation

Lyrics " Telefonate "

Original text with translation

Telefonate

Tedua, Izi

Оригинальный текст

Uh, uh

(Gang, gang, gang)

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

(Gang, gang, gang, gang)

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

Baby, non ho perso un pezzo di me

Ben più, di più, però ho più da dire

Il dolore avvolge, a volte

E porge l’altra guancia, no ai porci della Finanza

Sai quanta acqua sotto ai ponti deve ancora venire

Roccia, per scalfire una roccia occorre una tempesta

Che sia funesta, come l’ira di Achille

Chi si è espresso ha reso un’idea

Sono riemerso in superficie, finendo l’apnea

No, non appena avrò una motocross, la userò

Su di una duna della luna

Chi trova la zona non trova un tesoro

Chi trova un tesoro, se non torna in zona

Non trova perdono

So che siamo nati dalle costole, ma di conseguenza non so

Come mai venga l’odio e l’istinto

Di far di tutta l’erba un fascio

O cercare il pelo nell’uovo per quello che faccio

Mi chiama per fare soldi, good mornin'

Tedua, tu corri via dagli infami

Fammi fare le mie telefonate

A te che ne rimane

Retate per delle ettate

Eh, Izeh, Izeh

No, no, no

Da noi mancava sempre il pane

Mancava dentro al piatto e lo dovevo disegnare

Matite, fogli A4: davo forma alla mia vita, sì

Sì, come sul palco, come quando si è felici, sì

Sto con la mia gang shit, sto con la mia gang shit

Sopra quell’Enjoy rossa che sfreccia ai centoventi

Con Tedua, Bresh e Nolan sorvoliamo le correnti

Sei giù con i miei testi da un pochino e te li segni

Come soldi da dare, come assegni, come impegni che non hai

Te l’inventi lì sul momento, non dire cose se poi non sai

Non far lo stronzo no, non ti sento

Non ho sentito mani dall’alto, sì, fino a quando non ero pronto

Non stavo sobrio, manco un secondo

E che ero troppo pronto già al pronto soccorso

So che siamo nati dalle costole, ma di conseguenza non so

Come mai venga l’odio e l’istinto

Di far di tutta l’erba un fascio

O cercare il pelo nell’uovo per quello che faccio

Mi chiama per fare soldi, good mornin'

Tedua, tu corri via dagli infami

Fammi fare le mie telefonate

A te che ne rimane

Retate per delle ettate

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Uh, uh

(Gang, gang, gang)

Oh oh oh

Oh oh oh

(Gang, gang, gang, gang)

Oh oh oh

Oh oh oh

Baby, I haven't lost a piece of myself

Much more, more, but I have more to say

Pain envelops, at times

And he turns the other cheek, no to the pigs of the Finance Department

You know how much water under the bridges is yet to come

Rock, a storm is needed to scratch a rock

May it be fatal, like the anger of Achilles

Those who have spoken have made an idea

I resurfaced to the surface, finishing my freediving

No, as soon as I have a motocross, I will use it

On a dune of the moon

Whoever finds the area does not find a treasure

Whoever finds a treasure if he doesn't go back to the area

He finds no forgiveness

I know we were born from the ribs, but as a result I don't know

How come hatred and instinct

To make a bundle of all the grass

Or nitpick for what I do

Call me to make money, good mornin '

Tedua, you run away from the infamous

Let me make my calls

What remains of it to you

Roundups for hectares

Eh, Izeh, Izeh

No, no, no

We always lacked bread

It was missing inside the plate and I had to draw it

Pencils, A4 sheets: I was giving shape to my life, yes

Yes, like on stage, like when you are happy, yes

I'm with my gang shit, I'm with my gang shit

Above that red Enjoy speeding at one hundred and twenty

With Tedua, Bresh and Nolan we fly over the currents

You've been down with my texts for a while and you mark them

As money to give, as checks, as commitments you don't have

You invent it on the spot, don't say things if you don't know

Don't be an asshole, no, I don't hear you

I didn't feel hands from above, yes, until I was ready

I wasn't sober, I miss a second

And that I was too ready in the ER already

I know we were born from the ribs, but as a result I don't know

How come hatred and instinct

To make a bundle of all the grass

Or nitpick for what I do

Call me to make money, good mornin '

Tedua, you run away from the infamous

Let me make my calls

What remains of it to you

Roundups for hectares

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