Alligatoah - Meine Hoe Лирицс транслатион то енглисх
My Ho
[Intro]
My ho, my ho, my ho
My ho, my ... (oh, ah, yeah!)
My ho, my ho, my ho
My ho, my ... (yeah, ah!)
[Part]
Your ho is talking about condoms again
I have a conversation with my ho about Nietzsche
Digga, I give my ho a tender kiss
And then we gaze into the motherfucking stars (yes)
And then she spreads her jowls and speaks of particles and quanta
Sometimes I reduce her to just her thoughts
Sometimes there was nothing to see and we moved on
Like a passerby, (or a female passerby)!
My ho does not just love me because I'm moving sexily
But I still dance in the background when she does a rap video
She takes the receipt and pays like a boss
Eh, my ho does not just have hair on her head
My ho is not an angel, she has a lot of vices
My Ho consists of 50 percent water
Your ho is as thin as a reversible cover
My ho is healthy, bam, you bastard
My Ho cleans the apartment with a sponge and some soap (aha)
Not because she is a woman, but because it's her turn (haha)
And she roasts some meat skewers (uuuh)
Not because she has to, but because she can
When she comes to the party, you hear every fruit farmer rave
Because she shakes, shakes, shakes jokes from the sleeve
My ho was a slut, but she is not ashamed
My Ho gives a fuck about your concept of honor
She rejoices with us over emancipation, while my brothers cry:
Yeah, we can finally show our feelings!
Finally, grind through the kitchen with the iron
Without it being oppressive, like it was in former times
My Ho has a male circle of friends
I do not lock her in borders and fences
Just because a large group apparently thinks that fidelity
Is meaningful in a prison
We have consensual sex, ah, consensual sex, through
Consensual lashes, no rule is violated
I choke her with two things: linen tape and respect
It only takes a single, and the balance of power turns completely
It is a modern concept, we are so modern
My Ho is not just a number on a scale from one to ten
Bitch, my ho is also not interchangeable, period
You want to know what she looks like? (yes?) eyes, nose, mouth
She has to bend down, because otherwise she can not lift anything
My ho is fucked by life
My ho is beautiful without the use of glitter nails
Because you can read the marks that destiny has left on her face
Sometimes it corresponds to the appearance of a stripper girl
Or maybe more like a grizzly bear
Or rather a female grizzly bear! But the combination counts for something
She is not like the others, but, of course, nothing against the others!
I am proud of my ho, she is truly correct
And because she finds art better without some moral codes
And a shitty text still does not replace her conscience
She really likes to listen to sexist rap, well...
Још текстова песама из овог уметника:
AlligatoahСви текстови песама на овој веб локацији су само за личну и образовну употребу.
Сви текстови песама су власништво и ауторска права њихових власника или власника.
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25.11.2024
Chrysanthemum
(ydn.)
Mom, I tried.
Mom, I tried.
Yes, you did.
Mom, I tried.
(Nimeni Altu`)
Art is a flower destined to die in order to better understand humanity,
the beauty of life, and happiness, and this has been my pursuit.
Art soothes our pain, it makes us laugh, it makes us cry.
Art awakens pleasure, it's both therapy and the fear we overcome.
An express train carriage where the soul's expression always prevails.
Art heals the spirit, in the darkness, it's the light of the air.
Art makes you better, it's an exchange of knowledge and reflections on life, a recognition of creation, in fact, everything that poets recite.
Art is the last drop of water for a society in the desert, and for humanity, it remains its only testament.
Art is the freedom we had when we were children and played, we were poor and smiled, creating something from the little we had.
Art is the treasure box of the Earth, it's freedom for a prisoner, it's sight for the blind and a voice for the mute.
Art is sound for the deaf.
Art is the treasure of the soul that remains through time, beyond space.
Art is an older photograph of an entire generation.
(ydn.)
You smile sadly in pictures now, a silent shadow in flowers made of ash.
Give me long nights to dream of us, getting drunk with Mayflowers,
For I wish you would listen to what I sing now, it's all you carry along life's path, it's all that hurts when you can't sleep, it's the chrysanthemum in my hair.
I wish I could fly through clouds of longing to embrace you when everything is empty, and we could paint faces in the rain. I wish we wouldn’t forget about us.
About us,
About us,
About us,
Together...
25.11.2024
Mr. Gershwin
In my grandfather's attic
I found a Fred Astaire record
From the time when the streets of Broadway
Were dancing
All the old mechanical toys suddenly awakened by this music
Then jumped out their cardboard boxes
In one bound
And all around me
With cries of joy
They sang together
In the middle of the attic which lit up
Mr. Gershwin, we want to join the dance
Mr. Gershwin, we want to try our luck
Mr. Gershwin, when you're at the piano
It's so easy to keep the tempo
Mr. Gershwin, you know how much we love you
Mr. Gershwin, you left the stage
But your music is our favorite
And we want to dance like Fred Astaire
Our grandfathers didn't have
A TV to entertain themselves
But back then, all the Broadway theaters
Were singing
Some were doing tap dancing
Others were playing the trumpet
And you were writing the Rhapsody in Blue
For us
It was the time of swing
And Charlie Chaplin
But we, to show you
That even in this attic you're not forgotten...
Mr. Gershwin, we want to join the dance
Mr. Gershwin, we want to try our luck
Mr. Gershwin, when you're at the piano
It's so easy to keep the tempo
Mr. Gershwin, you know how much we love you
Mr. Gershwin, you left the stage
But your music is our favorite
And we want to dance like Fred Astaire
Mr. Gershwin, we want to join the dance
Mr. Gershwin, we want to try our luck
Mr. Gershwin, when you're at the piano
It's so easy to keep the tempo
Mr. Gershwin, you know how much we love you
Mr. Gershwin, you left the stage
But your music is our favorite
And we want to dance like Fred Astaire
25.11.2024
In Vain
Why didn't I say anything?
I know it's my fault, but I'm just too much of a coward
I can handle myself
Why didn't I dare to say it?
We were just friends, but I was hoping for something more
I know I have made it difficult
Because I have never said anything
I'm holding onto a little hope
But I can't say it now
You said it was too late
And I know that
But was everything we had in vain?
I know that it was wrong
And you can see it
But was everything we had in vain?
Oh, come on
As if I didn't feel anything for you
You've never showed that you want to be with me
No, no
Oh, once again
Have I hit my head first and sacrificed you?
There was no way we were going to happen
No, no, no
You have made it difficult
Because you have never said anything
Oh, only once I have moved on
That's when you're standing here in the same place
You said it was too late
And I know that
But was everything we had in vain?
Yes, it's too late
And expected
It goes without saying until I let go
You said it was too late
And I know that
But was everything we had in vain?
I know that it was wrong
And you can see it
But was everything we had in vain?
Was it in vain, was it in vain?
Was it in vain, was it in vain?
Was it in vain, was it in vain?
Was it in vain, was it in vain?
25.11.2024
Going even further (Reprise)
Going even further
And sailing by your side
To discover in the morning
Beaches yet to be explored
Then going even further
Being able to start all over again
Under the horizon, at eternity's reflection
All together, we can, we want to,
we will go even further