Song: Karpe - Spis Din Syvende Sans English Translation
Viewed: 55 - Published at: 7 years ago
Artist: Genius English Translations
Year: 2012Viewed: 55 - Published at: 7 years ago
Did you know that if my life were a schedule
You would’ve been there at that gym class we had when we were kids
Did you know that my bank account is your account
Isn’t that nice? isn’t that kind?
One more thing to punch in the PIN code to
But i overturned the world for you, you flipped the glass on me
That gave me a stain on my shirt that brought out the asshole in me
You say that i am shallow, both are foaming at the mouth
The fact that you’re a part of my plan should make you overjoyed, bitch
Don’t ask me to get some structure in an industry full of cockroaches
I am in a place bеtween tits and changing my culture
Me and Magdi do what nobody has done bеfore
I cross my neck, knife in the chest
Completely until mom and dad are dead
You had a plan for me
You had a plan-maker
I fired the plan-maker
We don’t have a plan anymore
You had a plan for me
You had a plan-maker
I fired the plan-maker
We don’t have a plan anymore
Because you’re asking for a little too much
Asking for a little too much
You’re asking for a bit too many things
Asking for a little too much
Asking for a little too much
You’re asking for a bit too many things
Do you remember when i used to be a nerd
In the corner of the schoolyard sipping Kuli out of bent straws
But all of that was before, creep to those crosses
They laugh in their Porsches while we smile in Toyotas
A real feeling is generous
Die for your friends or die friendless
And momma said a crow can’t be painted as anything else
But even a crow can make a swallow dive sometimes
The only deaf thing about it is when the shore hits water
The paint runs over everything mom said was true
I remember vividly how she said:
“cross my neck, knife in the heart
Until me and papa are ash and you’re done with concerts”
You had a plan for me
You had a plan-maker
I fired the plan-maker
We don’t have a plan anymore
You had a plan for me
You had a plan-maker
I fired the plan-maker
We don’t have a plan anymore
Because you’re asking for a little too much
Asking for a little too much
You’re asking for a bit too many things
Asking for a little too much
Asking for a little too much
You’re asking for a bit too many things
Eat
Eat your seventh sense
So eat
Eat your seventh sense
So eat
Eat your seventh sense
So eat
Eat your seventh sense
So eat
You would’ve been there at that gym class we had when we were kids
Did you know that my bank account is your account
Isn’t that nice? isn’t that kind?
One more thing to punch in the PIN code to
But i overturned the world for you, you flipped the glass on me
That gave me a stain on my shirt that brought out the asshole in me
You say that i am shallow, both are foaming at the mouth
The fact that you’re a part of my plan should make you overjoyed, bitch
Don’t ask me to get some structure in an industry full of cockroaches
I am in a place bеtween tits and changing my culture
Me and Magdi do what nobody has done bеfore
I cross my neck, knife in the chest
Completely until mom and dad are dead
You had a plan for me
You had a plan-maker
I fired the plan-maker
We don’t have a plan anymore
You had a plan for me
You had a plan-maker
I fired the plan-maker
We don’t have a plan anymore
Because you’re asking for a little too much
Asking for a little too much
You’re asking for a bit too many things
Asking for a little too much
Asking for a little too much
You’re asking for a bit too many things
Do you remember when i used to be a nerd
In the corner of the schoolyard sipping Kuli out of bent straws
But all of that was before, creep to those crosses
They laugh in their Porsches while we smile in Toyotas
A real feeling is generous
Die for your friends or die friendless
And momma said a crow can’t be painted as anything else
But even a crow can make a swallow dive sometimes
The only deaf thing about it is when the shore hits water
The paint runs over everything mom said was true
I remember vividly how she said:
“cross my neck, knife in the heart
Until me and papa are ash and you’re done with concerts”
You had a plan for me
You had a plan-maker
I fired the plan-maker
We don’t have a plan anymore
You had a plan for me
You had a plan-maker
I fired the plan-maker
We don’t have a plan anymore
Because you’re asking for a little too much
Asking for a little too much
You’re asking for a bit too many things
Asking for a little too much
Asking for a little too much
You’re asking for a bit too many things
Eat
Eat your seventh sense
So eat
Eat your seventh sense
So eat
Eat your seventh sense
So eat
Eat your seventh sense
So eat
( Genius English Translations )
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