Celli Lyrics – Rohat
Singer: Rohat
Title: Celli
Jeg angrer ofte over valgene jeg tar
Og spør “Hvordan endte jeg her?”
Alltid samme sak, samme ord som er gjentatt
Jeg var kid den gang og fikk svar
Jeg har røyket opp trær, det jeg ser for meg er klart
Og jeg har planlagt denne veien til en grad
Der hvor ingenting er svart malt
Måtte tenke para, men jeg
Jeg så den, de så tall, livet еr fakta
Kaldt når en bror bare vil at det blir varmt igjеn
Lille galt eller svart, det er flus og min mor hun må også paye regninger
Vi bygge lavt, tiki taka
Ute vær natt, lage para på
Teller dager, jeg lever ikke mange
Jeg kan dø imorgen
For min Celli den
Måtte ut og hente para hele tiden ye
Stacken blir en bue når jeg klemmer den
Ingen skatt, mine penger er lønn
For min Celli den
Måtte ut og hente para hele tiden ye
Stacken blir en bue når jeg klemmer den
Ingen skatt, mine penger er lønn
For min Celli den
Måtte ut og hente para hele tiden ye
Stacken blir en bue når jeg klemmer den
Ingen skatt, mine penger er lønn
For min Celli den
Måtte ut og hente para hele tiden ye
Stacken blir en bue når jeg klemmer den
Ingen skatt, mine penger er lønn
For min Celli den
Måtte ut og hente para hele tiden ye
Stacken blir en bue når jeg klemmer den
Ingen skatt, mine penger er lønn
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Celli – English Translation
I often regret the choices I make
And ask “How did I end up here?”
Always the same case, same word that is repeated
I was kid at the time and got answers
I have smoked up trees, what I see for me is clear
And i have planned this road to a degree
Where nothing is black painted
Had to think para but i
I saw it, they saw numbers, life in facts
Cold when a brother just wants it to be hot in
Little wrong or black, there are fluffs and my mother she has to paye bills too
We build low, tiki taka
Out weather night, make para on
Count days, I don’t live many
I can die tomorrow
For my celli it
Had to go out and pick up para all the time ye
The stack becomes a bow when I squeeze it
No tax, my money is salary
For my celli it
Had to go out and pick up para all the time ye
The stack becomes a bow when I squeeze it
No tax, my money is salary
For my celli it
Had to go out and pick up para all the time ye
The stack becomes a bow when I squeeze it
No tax, my money is salary
For my celli it
Had to go out and pick up para all the time ye
The stack becomes a bow when I squeeze it
No tax, my money is salary
For my celli it
Had to go out and pick up para all the time ye
The stack becomes a bow when I squeeze it
No tax, my money is salary
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Lyrics Rohat – Celli
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