Paroles et traduction Axos feat. John Lui - Dry

Dry

Some people calling
Calling sensimilla
Sensimilla, sensimilla
Some people calling, calling

Dry, too dry to spend more feelings, just tonight
Sensimilla get me high
All the thing I wanna do is to cry
In a place I can hide
I'm dreamin' to fly
Go high and high and high and high and high
I got so many demons to fight
Need to kill before I die
I don't wanna live in lie

La mia città ti rende solo pazzo e violento
Ho visto, non ho spento, non ho pianto una goccia
Sono io che scelgo cosa va e cosa torna
Metto l'aureola e le corna

Ora ho i panta' dei Rockets, la stoffa da rocker
Lo sguardo che si sposta alla clocker, nocche
Nere come Londra di notte
Leggere come un'ombra di morte
Faccio strofe grandi, voti unanime
Ha le tette grandi, sembra un anime
Non hanno ucciso i corpi, ma le anime
Siete volti, ma in un quadro malleabile
Piove lo zucchero
Disegnamo i muri con i tappi di sughero
Il cuore è una Luger
Fumo e rallenta anche il router
La morte mi gratta, la vita mi prude
Sono tra il comico e il thriller
Ora mi corico e dormo
Su un letto di vomito, orgoglio e pastiglie
Iconico come la marcia che scrocca
Sì, come la marcia dei Mille
Riuscissi a parlarti di me senza avere le pare
Sì, senza fumare, seccarmi la gola
Ma penso soltanto che

Dry, too dry to spend more feelings, just tonight
Sensimilla get me high
All the thing I wanna do is to cry
In a place I can hide
I'm dreamin' to fly
Go high and high and high and high and high
I got so many demons to fight
Need to kill before I die
I don't wanna live in lie

Sì, mi culla la notte, steso sulla capote
Arpe d'erba alla Truman Capote
Vivo tra il foglio e le note
Il vino le colora le gote
È Rita Ora che gode
Una lite all'ora col T9
La vita che mi gonfia, cortisone
Lei mi ama, ma mi odia di più
Perché è debole in sé
Non credo nei sogni, ma loro credono in me
Presagio come Gregory Peck
Danno fuoco alle torce, giù con 'ste quaranta once
Nella loggia come Beyoncé, della pioggia sono endorser
Waterworld come Costner, most wanted
Fredda solo, siamo a due roster
Come? Tiro le freccette sui miei poster
Vieni a casa mia, faccio hosting
Tiro su una setta come Cohen
Faccio l'uomo serio come Coen
Problemi di coppia, colpa di Noè
Giro sulle lame, come la Kostner
Mangio le sue cosce, cucina Kosher

Some people calling
Calling sensimilla
Sensimilla, sensimilla
Some people calling, calling

Dry, too dry to spend more feelings, just tonight
Sensimilla get me high
All the thing I wanna do is to cry
In a place I can hide
I'm dreamin' to fly
Go high and high and high and high and high
I got so many demons to fight
Need to kill before I die
I don't wanna live in lie

Dry

Some people call me
Calling sensimilla
Sensimilla, sensimilla
Some people call me, call me

Dry, too dry to spend more feelings, just tonight
Sensimilla get me high
All the thing I wanna do is to cry
In a place I can hide
I'm dreamin' to fly
Go high and high and high and high and high
I got so many demons to fight
Need to kill before I die
I don't wanna live in lie

My hometown only makes you crazy and violent
I saw it, I didn't turn it off, I didn't cry a tear
I am the one who chooses what goes and what comes back
I put on the halo and the horns

Now I have the Rockets' pants, the rocker's stuff
The gaze that moves to the clocker, knuckles
Black as London at night
Light as a shadow of death
I make big verses, unanimous votes
She has big boobs, she looks like an anime
They didn't kill the bodies, but the souls
You're faces, but in a malleable painting
It's raining sugar
Let's draw the walls with corks
The heart is a Luger
Smoke and slow down even the router
Death scratches me, life itches me
I'm between comedy and thriller
Now I lay down and sleep
On a bed of vomit, pride and pills
Iconic as the freeloader's march
Yes, like the Thousand's march
If only I could talk to you about me without getting pissed off
Yes, without smoking, drying my throat
But I only think that

Dry, too dry to spend more feelings, just tonight
Sensimilla get me high
All the thing I wanna do is to cry
In a place I can hide
I'm dreamin' to fly
Go high and high and high and high and high
I got so many demons to fight
Need to kill before I die
I don't wanna live in lie

Yes, the night rocks me to sleep, lying on the convertible
Grass arpeggios like Truman Capote
I live between the paper and the notes
The wine colors her cheeks
It's Rita Ora who enjoys it
A fight every hour with T9
The life that inflates me, cortisone
She loves me, but she hates me more
Because she's weak inside
I don't believe in dreams, but they believe in me
Omen like Gregory Peck
They set fire to the torches, down with these forty ounces
In the lodge like Beyoncé, I'm an endorser of rain
Waterworld like Costner, most wanted
Cold alone, we're on two rosters
How? I shoot darts at my posters
Come to my house, I do hosting
I start a cult like Cohen
I act serious like Coen
Couple problems, it's Noah's fault
I spin on the blades like Kostner
I eat her thighs, kosher cuisine

Some people call me
Calling sensimilla
Sensimilla, sensimilla
Some people call me, call me

Dry, too dry to spend more feelings, just tonight
Sensimilla get me high
All the thing I wanna do is to cry
In a place I can hide
I'm dreamin' to fly
Go high and high and high and high and high
I got so many demons to fight
Need to kill before I die
I don't wanna live in lie