paroles de chanson Born Thieves - Gaika

There is a girl who live next door
She doesn′t love me
Opium wars and drug laws
It's bleach for the food that we eat
She said, "We′re born thieves and savages."
Pity for these animals
Thieves and savages
Exercise a liccle management

She wears that armour in heaven
Sweet girl, just let me in
Rest on her head 'pon me chest tonight
Close your eyes, just dream

'Cause it′s cold on a New York night
We′re keepin warm on the ghetto sides
I'll keep ′er warm to ghetto strife
Inner city lovin' at the end tonight

′Cause it's cold on a New York night
We′re keepin warm on the ghetto sides
I'll keep 'er warm to ghetto strife
Inner city lovin′ at the end tonight

Every day killer with my finger on the trigger
Defendin′ what's promised for we
There′s a commoner turned shooter
But the wolves will never be kings
Never say nothin' that a gangster won′t
If you don't know me
We′re thieves and savages
With hearts that never stop bleedin'

She wears that armour in heaven
Sweet girl, just let me in
Rest on her head 'pon me chest tonight
Close your eyes, just dream

′Cause it′s cold on a New York night
We're keepin warm on the ghetto sides
I′ll keep 'er warm to ghetto strife
Inner city lovin′ at the end tonight

'Cause it′s cold on a New York night
We're keepin warm on the ghetto sides
I'll keep ′er warm to ghetto strife
Inner city lovin′ at the end tonight

'Cause it′s
Talk truth as it was, no stops
Road talk on a god, your go
Truth is you were always on that grind, yeah
Space with yutes, never gave a fuck
Truth hurts when you're sittin′ on lust
Rum and coke and water with rock salt
First call when I lost my boss
True talkin', never picked it up
You start fights but we never made it right
Like cops and robbers chasin′ dozen other night
A shallow grave for the fireflies
I was numb on the Berlin hype
Wasn't our club, happened downside
One drink for me nigga that died
One drink for your nigga that died
The truth is we never even tried
Inner city livin' but we′re feelin′ like [?]
Trapped in bars [?]
Turn into some [?]
The weak man sleeps in the street
But you loved too much, man
Yeah, you loved too much
Hold on tight to what is yours
A life sober and sure

'Cause it′s cold on a New York night
Gettin' warm on the broken side
′Cause we're thieves and savages