Phoenix Lyrics – Zemmi
Singer: Zemmi
Title: Phoenix
Jeg går ballistisk, for jeg gir faen i din business
Ikke faen om jeg er viktigst
Men jeg lager sanger og jeg føler meg artistisk
Og vil leke saklig selv om vi spiser på frukt disk
Ingen kids, slikk på finger’n min er rester av no’ fitte
Munnen din blir nummen og den gjøres klar for pikken
Alle folka er fulle, vi burde røyke på no’ keef
Etter festen jeg knuller, og den enе av dem syk
Neste krеtsen jeg tuller, tar hvem som helst oppå no’ sprit
Hørte hva du sa når du satt deg inne i bilen min
Føler deg for bra når du dripper alt med stilen min
Velger å gi faen, har bedre ting å bruke tiden min på
Vi tar av, jeg snakker nå
Bruker bare tiden min om jeg får betalt
Sier ingenting for stilen min det gjør det varmt
Hopper inne i bilen min for crewet mitt betalt
Kan du huske siste gangen du se trynet mitt bli malt
Dama gir meg top, jeg er midt under den festen
Føler det er vått, jeg er promille, ingen grenser
Fadet, jeg flyr som en fugl, men jeg burde ha vært dø, må stå opp som en phoenix ja
Finner ikke folka, er for spaca for å tenke
De sier vi skal opp men jeg gidder ikke å vente
Tic tac toe, svaret holder meg våken
Tapper en brud oppi kåken ja
BLäMST, f#cker på den beaten der går dumt
Lørdag mann vi lever ikke sunt
På no’ herbs’n’spice, det går rundt, det går rundt
De kaller meg for mystisk, zebben min er dekka med no’ lip stick
Vin rød, italiensk distrikt
Lager flammer på den beaten som en fyrstikk
Holder meg ung, high class, det er rustikk
Tipp topp mann jeg føler meg som NyLyd
Tipp topp, m#th*rf#ck*r hit the milly
Ingen plagg under fem, det er stilen
Spå en blomst, det er dealen
Mann jeg blør for deg
Hvem ikke ta, jeg dør for det
Motherf#ck en utdanning, mann jeg løser det
Bare hat når jeg blower, du blir drits for det, du blir drits for det
Bruker bare tiden min om jeg får betalt
Sier ingenting for stilen min det gjør det varmt
Hopper inne i bilen min for crewet mitt betalt
Kan du huske siste gangen du se trynet mitt bli malt
Dama gir meg top, jeg er midt under den festen
Føler det er vått, jeg er promille, ingen grenser
Fadet, jeg flyr som en fugl, men jeg burde ha vært dø, må stå opp som en phoenix ja
Finner ikke folka, er for spaca for å tenke
De sier vi skal opp men jeg gidder ikke å vente
Tic tac toe, svaret holder meg våken
Tapper en brud oppi kåken ja
Dama gir meg top, jeg er midt under den festen
Føler det er vått, jeg er promille, ingen grenser
Fadet, jeg flyr som en fugl, men jeg burde ha vært dø, må stå opp som en phoenix ja
Finner ikke folka, er for spaca for å tenke
De sier vi skal opp men jeg gidder ikke å vente
Tic tac toe, svaret holder meg våken
Tapper en brud oppi kåken ja
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Phoenix – English Translation
I go ballistic, for I give f#ck in your business
Don’t f#ck if I’m most important
But I make songs and I feel artistic
And will play objectively even if we eat on fruit disk
No kids, licking my finger are leftovers of no ‘p#ss#
Your mouth becomes numb and it is getting ready for the dick
All the people are full, we should smoke on no ‘Keef
After the party I f#ck, and the one of them sick
Next crazy I am kidding, taking anyone on top of no ‘liquor
Heard what you said when you sat inside my car
Feels too well when you run everything with my style
Chooses to give f#ck, have better things to spend my time on
We take off, I’m talking now
Only spends my time if I get paid
Says nothing for my style it makes it hot
Jumping inside my car for my crew paid
Do you remember the last time you see my face being painted
Dama gives me top, I’m in the middle of that party
Feels it’s wet, I’m a promille, no limits
Faded, i fly like a bird but i should have been dying, must get up like a phoenix yes
Can’t find people, is for spaca to think
They say we’re going up but I don’t bother to wait
Tic Tac Toe, the answer keeps me awake
Taps a bride in the cow yes yes
Blämst, f#cker on that beat there goes stupid
Saturday man we don’t live healthy
On no ‘Herbs’n’Spice, it’s going around, it’s going around
They call me mysterious, my zebben is covered with no ‘lip stick
Wine red, Italian district
Stock flames on that beat as a match
Keep me young, high class, it’s rustic
Tip top man i feel like nyield
Tip top, m#th*rf#ck*r hit the milly
No garments under five, that’s the style
Predict a flower, that’s the deal
Man i bleed for you
Who don’t take, I die for it
Motherf#ck an education, man I solve it
Just hate when i blower, you get sh#t for it, you get sh#t for it
Only spends my time if I get paid
Says nothing for my style it makes it hot
Jumping inside my car for my crew paid
Do you remember the last time you see my face being painted
Dama gives me top, I’m in the middle of that party
Feels it’s wet, I’m a promille, no limits
Faded, i fly like a bird but i should have been dying, must get up like a phoenix yes
Can’t find people, is for spaca to think
They say we’re going up but I don’t bother to wait
Tic Tac Toe, the answer keeps me awake
Taps a bride in the cow yes yes
Dama gives me top, I’m in the middle of that party
Feels it’s wet, I’m a promille, no limits
Faded, i fly like a bird but i should have been dying, must get up like a phoenix yes
Can’t find people, is for spaca to think
They say we’re going up but I don’t bother to wait
Tic Tac Toe, the answer keeps me awake
Taps a bride in the cow yes yes
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Lyrics Zemmi – Phoenix
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