Paroles et traduction Nefen - Paranoia

Paranoia

Soy el interprete de esta paranoia
Trabajo smoking weed para pasar las horas
Me baja y lo escribo aunque a veces no
Lleguen solas como german rompiendo
skill tornasolados, a todas horas...

Ella sabe que si quiero
Puedo darle el doble
Cámaras captándome
Caminando por flores

Mérito, sin créditos
No compro con esos favores
Anoche escuché sus barras
Podrían ser mejores

Me sirve más sonar en los pibes
Que en el Nike store
Traigo calidad en barras
Pa locos cómo yo

Por si alguien todavia no lo noto
Llegamos a Laboulaye pa cambiarlo to
Blunts pre-armados en spots de ropa
Quien lo imagino?

Quien lo imagino?

Y aunque todo esto que ves
Parezca oro
Guardo todas mis penas
Pa somatizarlas solo

Vuelvo a pensar en perdonar
A mi padre, para poder sanar
Despojarme este odio
Antes que sea tarde

La agonía me respira en la cara
Mi cuerpo en la mierda, mal
Pero aunque adentro llueva
Afuera el sol sale igual

A veces fluyo, a veces flasho
Aunque sirva pa otra otra guerra
No huyo, fumar y escribir
Estas barras es parte de mi trabajo

Los pibes giran por Harlem
Limando el colin
Mi bro frena a merendar con los
Frutos de su jardín

Antes ni me miraba
Ahora me explota el phone
Quiere escuchar estos rapps
Fumar de mis roses

Pero no compro con los falsos
Conozco esas jugadas
Prefiero andar descalzo
Que con las llantas prestados

Otra vez angustiado como
Para escribir un disco
Matilde se me fue y mi
Viejo ya no es el mismo

Pero me miro al espejo y me repito
Necesito estar completo
Cops en todas partes
Y si dormis te quedas frito

Me alimento de estas bars
Con el PH en 5.6
Por eso conectan
En cuanto le dan al play

Estaba broke cuando Cristian me hizo la dos
Estresado cuando piojo me dijo Hey bro!
El lugar esta re en punga
Hay que activar los dos
Y de tanto darle a saco al final se nos dió

Soy baquiano como Loza
y el Piojo mayor
Guardo conmigo esos momentos
Que mi tía me dio

Quiero zafar pa VCP
A preparar un Fernet
O a recorrer la San Martín
Con el Dino en el XT

Girando 180 grados, en todos lados
Busco relajar voy con la bike al lago
Ni me ladran esos perros
Si va Sasha al lado

Paranoia

I'm the interpreter of this paranoia, girl
I work, smoking weed to pass the hours
I come down and write it, although sometimes they don't
Come on their own, like German breaking
Iridescent skills, at all hours...

She knows that if I want to
I can give her double
Cameras capturing me
Walking through flowers

Merit, without credits
I don't buy those favors
Last night I heard her bars
They could be better

It's better for me to sound good to the kids
Than in the Nike store
I bring quality in bars
For crazy people like me

In case anyone still hasn't noticed
We arrived in Laboulaye to change it all
Pre-rolled blunts in clothing spots
Who would have imagined?

Who would have imagined?

And even though everything you see
Seems like gold
I keep all my sorrows
To somatize them alone

I think again about forgiving
My father, to be able to heal
Strip myself of this hatred
Before it's too late

Agony breathes in my face
My body in the shit, bad
But even if it rains inside
Outside the sun shines just the same

Sometimes I flow, sometimes I trip
Even if it's for another war
I don't run away, smoking and writing
These bars are part of my job

The kids ride around Harlem
Filing down the handlebars
My bro stops to have a snack with the
Fruits of his garden

She didn't even look at me before
Now my phone blows up
She wants to hear these raps
Smoke my roses

But I don't buy into the fake ones
I know those games
I'd rather go barefoot
Than with borrowed rims

Distressed again, like
Enough to write an album
Matilde left me and my
Old man is not the same

But I look in the mirror and tell myself
I need to be complete
Cops everywhere
And if you sleep you're fried

I feed on these bars
With the PH at 5.6
That's why they connect
As soon as they hit play

I was broke when Cristian made me the two
Stressed when Piojo told me Hey bro!
The place is really fucked up
We have to activate both
And from so much hitting it, in the end it happened

I'm a baquiano like Loza
And the older Piojo
I keep with me those moments
That my aunt gave me

I want to escape to VCP
To prepare a Fernet
Or to travel the San Martín
With Dino in the XT

Turning 180 degrees, everywhere
I'm looking to relax, I'm going to the lake with my bike
Those dogs don't even bark at me
If Sasha goes next to me