Lyrics and translation Edavārdi - 5000

5000

Piečas štukas, bet par to nav čeks un rekvizīti
Piecas štukas. Kāpēc? Poņas ir pamaz
Skaits nemazinās, pat ja ziņas sūtiju dzērumā
Bet vairāk aug kā pēc jūlija mēneša
Man patīk tikšanās, bet nepārproti, vecīt
Jo ja tu seko man, es nesekošu pretī
Skaitļi nenozīmē neko, kaut tie tieši paceļ
Un man algebra netīk, jo tajā pārāk bieži atņem
"Padod tālāk šito!" – Tevi lūdz atkal, rekā
Bet dari tā, jo RT ir tikai kļūda alfabētā
Favoritoju tweet'os, ko kāda diskā pateicu
Bet mani turpmāk citējiet, bļe, gramatiski pareizi
Aprakstos par to ka pūli es tā kustinu
Vairāk hashtag'u kā kad spēlē nullītes un krustiņus
Savlaicīgi pieceļos kājās un steidzu šo to bliezt
Bet tu tik garlaicīgs, ka Tev mājās pat beidza spokoties
Tu tik vari nīst, mūs attāli kā koku lapas
Jo piecinieks un 3 nulles – atgādina skolu tas?
Es turpināšu nonest, visas maiņas ir vakantas
Man vajag kaut ko nomest, ja jau skaitlis ir apaļš
Esmu čiliņā un vēss, te ir Kivičs un pat mērs
Un daudzi dēļ sekotājiem ne čivina, bet ķērc
Varam to nīst vai pat mīlēt kā Big L'a bombas
Varbūt pasaku daudz lieka, ja tu meklē oratoru
Tomēr runāju par lietu kā meteorologs
Es te daru visu, lai mainītu laikus
Labāk pacel savu dirsu kā Miley Cyrus
Un tad saņem dūšu, lai tavos kaulos nav bezceris
Un tad situ pušu it kā kautos ar reperi

5,000

Fancy tricks, but there are no checks or props for that
Five grand. Why? Ponies are scarce
The number doesn't decrease, even if I send you news while drunk
But it grows more than after it's July
I like having meetings, but don't get me wrong, dude
Because if you follow me, I will not follow you back
The numbers mean nothing at all, although they do rise
And I don't like algebra because it involves taking away too often
"Pass this on!" – You're asked again on the river
But do it because RT is just an error in the alphabet
Favorite the tweets in which I have something to say on disc
But quote me correctly from now on, dammit, grammatically
Describing the crowd I set in motion
More hashtags than when playing tic-tac-toe
I get up on my feet in time and hurry to fart
But you are so boring that even the ghosts stopped visiting you at home
You can only hate us, remotely like tree leaves
Because the five and 3 zeros – does that remind you of school?
I will carry on dethroning, all shifts are vacant
I have to drop something now that the number is round
I'm in a chili and cool, here's Kivičs and even the mayor
And many don't tweet because of followers, but yell
We can hate it or even love it like Big L's bombs
Maybe I'm talking too much if you're looking for an orator
However, I speak about things like a meteorologist
I do everything here to change the times
Rather raise your butt like Miley Cyrus
And then get courage, so that there's no despair in your bones
And then I strike like in a fight with a rapper