2020 - Zen-G

Yoksa

Bizi bu Dünya

Sona giderken

Edecek hasta (hasta hasta hasta)

Olamam normal (ey) değilim standart (ey)

Kalıba sığmam (ey) sakın sokma (ey)

Duramam harman doludur torbam

Sıkıntı dorukta (ey) sokakta moruklar

Sanırım ufukta birazcıkta olsa umut var

Uzanır koltukta vücudum, ruhum bi' tabutta

Kankan uzakta, özlediysen onu facetime yap

Sinirin bozuksa tüm tersliklere bir freestyle at

Virüs istila eder, çekil inzivaya

Durum ne fena, ettik ortama veda

Makineli bir silah al evine mesela

Sakın elimi sıkma, etsen daha iyi beddua

Etrafım dört duvar

Bağırsam kim duyar?

Tripte duygular

Işıklı caddeler şimdilerde kuytular

Yoksa

Bizi bu Dünya

Sona giderken

Edecek hasta (hasta hasta hasta)

Yoksa

Bizi bu Dünya

Sona giderken

Edecek hasta (hasta hasta hasta)

Or

us this world

on the way to the end

The patient who will (sick sick patient)

I can't be normal (ey) I'm not standard (ey)

I don't fit in the mold (ey) don't put it in (ey)

I can't stop, my bag is full of threshing

Boredom is at its peak (ey) old people on the street

I guess there's a little hope on the horizon

Lying on the sofa my body, my soul in a coffin

Your dude is away, if you miss him make him facetime

If you're nervous, throw a freestyle at all the things that go wrong

The virus invades, retreat

How bad is the situation, we said goodbye to the environment

Take a machine gun at home, for example

Don't shake my hand, you better curse

I'm surrounded by four walls

If I shout, who will hear?

emotions in trip

The illuminated streets are now nooks

Or

us this world

on the way to the end

The patient who will (sick sick patient)

Or

us this world

on the way to the end

The patient who will (sick sick patient)