Paroles et traduction Mike Southside feat. C.R.O - On Me

On Me

Estoy algo cansado, pero luzco flex.
Estoy acostumbrado, la gira es así.
Yeah.
Me quedé rulando pensando en su bow.
Uff, uff.
Ya no hay más na' por perder.
Les dije a las dos lo mismo.
Juro que no siento culpa.
Siempre caen otra vez.
Eso ma' es lo que les gusta.
Siento a veces que se turnan.
Acelerado por sus curvas.
Asimilado su cintura.
Anestesiado por la altura.
Uff, uff.
Veo mi cuerpo en paralelo.
Tengo flashbacks de ese telo.
Las piernas pesá' no las siento.
Toda esa mierda que no dejo.
Aumentando los contrastes.
Voy perdiendo los reflejos.
Estoy sonriendo por efectos.
Que si yo vuelvo al barrio y me ven como un rolling.
De sandalias fumando, contando money.
O en el sillón drogado, a lo Berlín Calling.
De juego ganado, ni siquiera moví.
Viendo mierda púrpura en el cielo.
Revolviendo el vaso medio lleno.
Seguimos ajenos sin quererlo.
Rolando mierda del ropero.
Estoy algo cansado, pero luzco flex.
Estoy acostumbrado, la gira es así.
Yeah.
Me quedé rulando pensando en su bow.
Uff, uff, uff, uff.
All on my mind on me, on me.
All on my mind on me, on me.
All on my mind on me, on me.
All on my mind.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Ella me mira, se sube, transpira.
Me pone en su fila, mientras me castiga.
Me tiene en la mira, pero como siempre te lo va a negar.
Su amor de mentira, con sus ojeras lilas.
Ella es tan diva, tan firme, tan fina.
Me tiene en la mira, pero como siempre te lo va a negar.
Loco, no me insista girl.
Hey, ya está rayado el delay.
Vamos manchando la ley.
'Tamos sonando okey.
La chupa solo por el name.
Mientras suene uno que haga skr.
Mientras que ni como, pesé.
And rolled up, and rolled up.
Estoy algo cansado, pero luzco flex.
Estoy acostumbrado, la gira es así.
Yeah.
Me quedé rulando pensando en su bow.
Uff, uff, uff, uff.
All on my mind on me, on me.
All on my mind on me, on me.
All on my mind on me, on me.
All on my mind.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

On Me

I'm a little tired, but I look fly.
I'm used to it, the tour is like this.
Yeah.
I kept rolling, thinking about her bow.
Whoa, whoa.
There's nothing left to lose.
I told both of them the same thing.
I swear I don't feel guilty.
They always fall for it again.
That's what they like, baby.
I sometimes feel like they take turns.
Accelerated by your curves.
Assimilated to your waist.
Anesthetized by the height.
Whoa, whoa.
I see my body in parallel.
I have flashbacks of that motel.
Heavy legs, I don't feel them.
All that shit I don't quit.
Increasing the contrasts.
I'm losing my reflexes.
I'm smiling because of the effects.
What if I go back to the neighborhood and they see me as a rolling?
In sandals, smoking, counting money.
Or on the couch, high, like Berlin Calling.
Game won, didn't even move.
Watching purple shit in the sky.
Stirring the glass half full.
We continue alienated without wanting to.
Rolling shit out of the closet.
I'm a little tired, but I look fly.
I'm used to it, the tour is like this.
Yeah.
I kept rolling, thinking about her bow.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
All on my mind on me, on me.
All on my mind on me, on me.
All on my mind on me, on me.
All on my mind.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
She looks at me, gets on top, sweats.
She puts me in her line while she punishes me.
She has me in her sights, but as always she'll deny it to you.
Her love is a lie, with her purple under-eye circles.
She's so diva, so firm, so fine.
She has me in her sights, but as always she'll deny it to you.
Crazy, don't insist, girl.
Hey, the delay is already scratched.
Let's stain the law.
We're sounding okay.
She only sucks for the name.
As long as someone makes skr.
While I don't even eat, despite.
And rolled up, and rolled up.
I'm a little tired, but I look fly.
I'm used to it, the tour is like this.
Yeah.
I kept rolling, thinking about her bow.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
All on my mind on me, on me.
All on my mind on me, on me.
All on my mind on me, on me.
All on my mind.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.