paroles de chanson CELLOPHANE - akunna

No matter what I may be describing, I'm describing myself

Breaking bonds, and reattaching what I saved
Seen plenty niggas lose themselves in the chain
I'd rather go blind, I'm like Etta James
Buttoned up at the collar and the waist
Never had trouble, I just took it as it came
Sex is all that she claim
Ass bubble, she going to shake it when it rain
Trust crumble, I'm anticipating lies
Vice crumbled when she got none to blame
Ice frozen water bezel, for the wrist
Chained her up before I lost my mind again
The pressure heavy, can you feel it getting tight
We got used to stepping harder in the fire
Plata O Plomo, its man versus dog
To stop the vision then you have to take eyes
Its not enough to try and spread around the fog
You going to need atomic bombs and razors knives
Taking all they lives

In the field with veterans
Focus heavy, I ain't ever lost my aim
Watch them melt, I light them up like chandeliers
That's what you get when, candles float around the flame
It come back to swinging pendulums
Fuck a problem bitch, I get to switching lanes
Niggas taught me don't use aluminum
There's less reflection when we wrap with cellophane
Charlotte's Web, I'll spin a story, sell a dream
I'd hate to see all of our work just go to waste
I don't need to fuck, or even smile at you
I just need to know that we won't go separate ways
Laser beam, I'm accurate, I'd hit a fly
I kept predicting when we'd land right on our face
I knew emotion wont be I fantasized
Think I lost my feeling through the cellophane

Niggas lose they touch just at the smell of fame
The pressure on me like LeBron in '03
But even if I flopped I'd never hate the game
Five man, with the bros, that's NBA
You could teach an old dog new tricks
And die deadpan from how these bitches play
I ain't write the rules, a testament was made
In the fear of God, remaining unafraid
What's a critic to a chef, serving plates
It's always easy judging niggas, when you safe
I could never judge a bitch for what she do
To each their own, even if that own is fake
I prayed to heaven, to align my heart and hand
We keep fucking but we know its not okay
I'm just trying to get a villa on lake
With bad bitches, big titties, hella cake
I ain't fronting I'm just trying to get away
I'm just trying to get away

In the field with veterans
Focus heavy, I ain't ever lost my aim
Watch them melt, I light them up like chandeliers
That's what you get when, candles float around the flame
It come back to swinging pendulums
Fuck a problem bitch, I get to switching lanes
Niggas taught me don't use aluminum
There's less reflection when we wrap with cellophane
Charlotte's Web, I'll spin a story, sell a dream
I'd hate to see all of our work just go to waste
I don't need to fuck, or even smile at you
I just need to know that we won't go separate ways
Laser beam, I'm accurate, I'd hit a fly
I kept predicting when we'd land right on our face
I knew emotion wont be i fantasized
Think i lost my feeling through the cellophane