Paroles et traduction CO2 Baby - Club

Club

Bevo 'sta roba col contagocce
Non mi fermare sono dipendente
La tua ragazza mi mette a disagio
Sono nervoso, non dirmi più niente
Adagio, adagio, mi sentii malvagio
Se non la prendo, dopo sbratto
Non sono in vacanza, ma uguale viaggio
Mi vuoi chiedere il contatto?

Drugs are menacing our society
They're threatening our values and undercutting our institutions
They're killing our children
Shortages of marijuana are now being reported
Last year alone over 10,000 drug criminals were convicted
And nearly 250 milion dollars of their assets
Were seized, by the DEA
The Drug Enforcement Administration

Metto di tutto dentro il bicchieree
Se mi guardi troppo, sei in borghese
Fuori dai locali con occhiali scuri
Prendono la moto, fanno il botto
Sono ubriachi, marci
Col diabete, mangi
Chi mi scopo, Margy
Il primo spam a maggio
Bad trip, LSD
Mason i numeri
Chi ti si incula, manco la Pula
Quanto tu parli, interessante
Come un bocchino interrotto
Dalle sue guardie del corpo
Finiamo l'anno col botto
È morto

Club

I sip this stuff, drop by drop, baby
Don't stop me, I'm addicted, darling
Your girl makes me uncomfortable, sweetheart
I'm nervous, don't say anything more to me, honey
Slowly, slowly, I felt wicked, love
If I don't get it, I'll freak out later, dear
I'm not on vacation, but I'm still tripping, babe
Do you want to ask for my number, beautiful?

Drugs are menacing our society
They're threatening our values and undercutting our institutions
They're killing our children
Shortages of marijuana are now being reported
Last year alone over 10,000 drug criminals were convicted
And nearly 250 million dollars of their assets
Were seized, by the DEA
The Drug Enforcement Administration

I put everything in my glass, babe
If you stare at me too much, you're undercover, honey
Outside the clubs with dark glasses, sweetheart
They take the bike, they crash, love
They're drunk, rotten, dear
With diabetes, you eat, beautiful
Who am I screwing, Margy?
The first spam in May
Bad trip, LSD
Mason the numbers
Who fucks you, not even the cops, baby
How much you talk, interesting, darling
Like an interrupted mouthpiece, sweetheart
By his bodyguards, love
We end the year with a bang, dear
He's dead