Peaky Blinders : traduction de Français vers Anglais
Master Beats
I'm an honest person a bit lost
I'm here but my heart has hung itself
I'd like to change the clocks
Feeling like I'm stuck in a cell
I don't finish the story, I put commas
I move forward and I move forward while stepping back
I take the production hostage and I manipulate it
I spend hours writing in my vehicle
And I don't need anyone, yeah I don't need anyone
I put on my headphones and I tour the area
I have my flash in my hand and I roll a cone
She's so beautiful but she's so stupid
I learn a lot more on the street than at school
I wake up at 3 pm, I close my shutters and I isolate myself
I wake up at 3 pm, I close my shutters and I isolate myself
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Stuck in evil it terrifies me
Every night I cut myself off and roam the city
I like to see you when you sleep and when you smile
Late at night I sip my bottle and I forget
Stuck in evil it terrifies me
Every night I cut myself off and roam the city
I like to see you when you sleep and when you smile
Late at night I sip my bottle and I forget
Stuck in evil it terrifies me
Every night I cut myself off and roam the city
I like to see you when you sleep and when you smile
Late at night I sip my bottle and I forget
Stuck in evil it terrifies me
Every night I cut myself off and roam the city
I like to see you when you sleep and when you smile
Late at night I sip my bottle and I forget
You drink and you drink without stopping
You drink and you drink without stopping
And you smoke and you smoke without stopping
And you smoke and you smoke without stopping
You drink and you drink until you're in a coma
You drink and you drink until you're in a coma
Your friends dropped you for a girl
You dropped everything for your microphone
You drink and you drink without stopping
You lock yourself in your room you only like to rap, yeah
So I get lost, yeah I get lost, yeah I get lost
I don't go to your parties, I stay in my hiding place
If you get views it's because you buy the rap
I'm a rapper, singer and also a poet
I drink a bottle of vodka and I swallow all my hatred
I get along well with people who know shit
Since I was little in any case I manage
Since I was little in any case I manage
And yeah I manage, yeah I manage