CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : 77747 (English translation)
Oh f**k, it’s been a while since I rapped, 47
I guess it's been a while since I wrote a track
7-7-7 is in ID number, expensive bottles
I am drowning, drowning in destiny
I got 47 on my forearm
I don’t know what I was doing for this year
My drip – Niagara Falls
My drip – drips like sauce
My drip – like a f**king wax
I’d like to jump into the crowd a few more times before I die
A few, few, few dreams (u)
A few, few, few hundred-zloty bills (u)
Sometimes I lack energy (u)
God, god, god, god knows (u)
Sometimes I lack energy (oh God)
God, god, god, god, god, god, god, god damn
How many yеars have passed
God, god damn
How long we’vе been doing the rap
Sometimes I don't appreciate how much I get at all
I don’t bake in general but the spliff is burning for that (ey)
It’s a f**ked up time and screwed up me in it (ey)
Screwed up me because the f**king twisted times ( I’ll pour away the whiskey on the pavement for that)
If you ever tell me we all change because the money ( than we don’t give a f**k)
I don’t care what you’re saying about rapers
I don’t pay f**king attention to the rapper’s arena if the half of them lies
That what we’re doing will be always true and fresh
Even when the whole life would be dead loss like Mitchell & Ness
Bags under eyes – I am busy with the verses which will be written by stress
I prefer not to tell you what I’ve got in my mind
It’s enough you’ll feel the vibe and darkness
I guess it's been a while since I wrote a track
7-7-7 is in ID number, expensive bottles
I am drowning, drowning in destiny
I got 47 on my forearm
I don’t know what I was doing for this year
My drip – Niagara Falls
My drip – drips like sauce
My drip – like a f**king wax
I’d like to jump into the crowd a few more times before I die
A few, few, few dreams (u)
A few, few, few hundred-zloty bills (u)
Sometimes I lack energy (u)
God, god, god, god knows (u)
Sometimes I lack energy (oh God)
God, god, god, god, god, god, god, god damn
How many yеars have passed
God, god damn
How long we’vе been doing the rap
Sometimes I don't appreciate how much I get at all
I don’t bake in general but the spliff is burning for that (ey)
It’s a f**ked up time and screwed up me in it (ey)
Screwed up me because the f**king twisted times ( I’ll pour away the whiskey on the pavement for that)
If you ever tell me we all change because the money ( than we don’t give a f**k)
I don’t care what you’re saying about rapers
I don’t pay f**king attention to the rapper’s arena if the half of them lies
That what we’re doing will be always true and fresh
Even when the whole life would be dead loss like Mitchell & Ness
Bags under eyes – I am busy with the verses which will be written by stress
I prefer not to tell you what I’ve got in my mind
It’s enough you’ll feel the vibe and darkness
