Paroles et traduction Pil C - R.O.F.

R.O.F.

Traja drvíme Aspirin,
Vravia mi: "spitni rým",
No já ich mám piči,
Na sebe mám skinny jeans,
Som off white jak Virgil,
Cez ten dym nevidím,
Do očí lejem si Visine,
Som high, stúpam do výšin,
Na hodinkách mám zafir,
Na iPhone mám zafir,
Na sebe mám Supreme,
Trpím, kým nezaspím,
čiernobiely svet jak šachy,
Biely jak tie čiary
A čierny jak moje sneakers,
Rick Owens, vieš piču,

Máš mínus,
V tom klube je zlý vzduch,
Moja crew osvieži klub,
Tvoja crew je jak Lidl,
V tvojom hoode, je to průser, ha,
No já som hood jak pope,
Flausím si zahalený tmou,
Asfalt, betón, šepot mojich slov,
Prebieha ma tieň, som milovaný boy
A stále v ruke držím styrofoam,
Vždy vidíš so mnou mojich belochov,
Oni sú v pozore keď idem von
A nene, nedám ti číslo hoe,
Lebo som faded boy,
čupka zmeň si tón, bitch zmeň si tón,
Zmeň si tón, čupka zmeň si tón,
Zmeň si tón, čupka zmeň si tón,
Pozri sa kámo, ja dýcham ten shit,
Smrkajú všetci tak smrkám ten shit,
Chrípka, neveríš dôjdi sa pozrieť ty z blízka,
Nad scénou dávno sa blýska,
Nemá to význam, ha, nemá to význam,
Mladá krv priznaj,
Kokotko, nemá to význam.

Hocikedy tam prídem tak to viem,
Preflausim noc a preflausim aj deň,
Belosi rysujú si ten kokain,
Ruka vo vlasoch jak Harry Potter,
Beloch prežúva, hryzie sa do pier,
Hádžem to do vody kričím len mier,
Som z Baťovky tak jak z Vúrtok je PAY,
Kde máš ten fame, na krku chain,
Flausim vo fialovom triku Bape,
Bolí ma hrdlo dávam si kodein,
Vybuchujem ako keby točil ma Bay,
Stále si spomínam na nás a cítim tu pain,
Nespím lebo nechcem prespať svoj sen,
Do účka zasadne Ricky Owens,
Tam kde tečie to piko zo stien,
S Jimbom Supreme kolabo Northface.

Conspiracy Flat.
Rick Owens flow.
Comebackgang.
Fuck you.

R.O.F.

We three crush Aspirin,
Tell me to: "spit a rhyme",
But I don't give a damn,
I wear skinny jeans,
Off-white like Virgil,
Can't see through the smoke,
Pour Visine in my eyes,
I'm high, climbing to the heights,
Sapphire on my watch,
Sapphire on my iPhone,
I wear Supreme,
Suffering until I fall asleep,
A black and white world like chess,
White as those lines
And black as my sneakers,
Rick Owens, you know,

You're on the minus,
The air in that club is bad,
My crew will refresh the club,
Your crew is like Lidl,
In your hood, it's a mess, ha,
But I'm a hood like a pope,
Tripping veiled in darkness,
Asphalt, concrete, the whisper of my words,
The shadow passes over me, I'm a beloved boy
And I still hold the styrofoam in my hand,
You always see my white boys with me,
They're at attention when I go out
And no, I won't give you my number, hoe,
'Cause I'm a faded boy,
Chick, change your tone, bitch, change your tone,
Change your tone, chick, change your tone,
Change your tone, chick, change your tone,
Look, buddy, I breathe this shit,
They all snort, so I snort this shit,
The flu, don't believe me come close to see,
Lightning has flashed on the scene for a long time,
It doesn't matter, ha, it doesn't matter,
Young blood, admit,
Dickhead, it doesn't matter.

Whenever I get there I know it, then,
I'll trip all night and all day,
The whites sketch out that cocaine,
Hand in hair like Harry Potter,
The white boy chews, bites his lip,
I throw it in the water, shouting only peace,
I'm from Baťovka like PAY from Vúrtok,
Where's your fame, a chain around your neck,
I trip in a purple Bape tee,
My throat hurts, I give myself codeine,
I explode like Bay was filming me,
I still remember you and I feel the pain here,
I don't sleep because I don't want to oversleep my dream,
Ricky Owens sits in the car,
Where the speed flows from the walls,
Supreme in the car with Jimbo, Northface collaboration.

Conspiracy Flat.
Rick Owens flow.
Comebackgang.
Fuck you.