Paroles et traduction dekma feat. Gxner. - TUNDRA

TUNDRA

Takizava spilled your blood

Кожа ледяная— Кожа ледяная, выходец тундры
Оставляю след, на тропе трупы
Холода убьют меня под утро
Разъебу тебя, Peekaboo — Babatunde
Кожа ледяная, выходец тундры
Оставляю след, на тропе трупы
Холода убьют меня под утро
Разъебу тебя, Peekaboo — Babatunde

На-На-Навязчивые мысли не дают спать
Обновил себя и забил хуй на свои чувства
О-О-Отдаляюсь от всего, я больше не хочу знать
Почему у всех кто меня любит в башке пусто
My blade is so sharp, твоя тупая башка
Показал им пример, например: дважды два
Я тупой уебан, что имел — потерял
Я люблю грязь, тебе не понять
Снежные леса, я вижу в них глаза
Спутал полюса, я не вернусь назад
Тундра (ха-ха-ха)
Тундра

(You're a GXNER.)
Yeah, like let the pump unload
Like one more Xanax, uh, it got my eyes real low
I copped a B.B. Simons belt just cause I'm not broke
That's like 120 on the dash, I'm not riding slow
I just made another rack off of yelling bout my health
Motivation for my tracks is the money on my shelf
If my brain is still in tact I'ma use another shell
(If my brain is still in tach I'ma use another shell)
Yeah, it's just rinse and repeat
Take my cleaver in and out, then I drill at his teeth
Ah (he look better deceased)
It's all blood soaked, I got all this red on my jeans
I'm sipping codeine, ain't no drought
Addicted to caffeine need right now
I dropped a body no feds find out
I made him a zombie in his own house
I talked to the reaper to take him out
I grip a cleaver to take you out
Rick Owens fit, jeans mad loud
Bros brain split, thinking how

Body flowing, bodies flowing welcome to the morgue
Shorty blow it, need to store it put it under boards
Body flowing, bodies flowing welcome to the morgue
Shorty blow it, need to store it put it under boards

TUNDRA

Takizava spilled your blood

Your skin is icy— icy skin, a tundra dweller
I leave a trail, corpses on the path
The cold will kill me by morning
I'll tear you apart, Peekaboo — Babatunde
Your skin is icy, a tundra dweller
I leave a trail, corpses on the path
The cold will kill me by morning
I'll tear you apart, Peekaboo — Babatunde

Obsessive thoughts keep me from sleeping
I've renewed myself and don't give a fuck about my feelings
I'm distancing myself from everything, I don't want to know anymore
Why is everyone who loves me empty-headed?
My blade is so sharp, your stupid head
I showed them an example, for instance: two times two
I'm a dumb asshole, what I had— I lost
I love dirt, you wouldn't understand
Snowy forests, I see eyes in them
I messed up the poles, I won't go back
Tundra (ha-ha-ha)
Tundra

(You're a GXNER.)
Yeah, like let the pump unload
Like one more Xanax, uh, it got my eyes real low
I copped a B.B. Simons belt just cause I'm not broke
That's like 120 on the dash, I'm not riding slow
I just made another rack off of yelling bout my health
Motivation for my tracks is the money on my shelf
If my brain is still in tact I'ma use another shell
(If my brain is still in tach I'ma use another shell)
Yeah, it's just rinse and repeat
Take my cleaver in and out, then I drill at his teeth
Ah (he look better deceased)
It's all blood soaked, I got all this red on my jeans
I'm sipping codeine, ain't no drought
Addicted to caffeine need right now
I dropped a body no feds find out
I made him a zombie in his own house
I talked to the reaper to take him out
I grip a cleaver to take you out
Rick Owens fit, jeans mad loud
Bros brain split, thinking how

Body flowing, bodies flowing welcome to the morgue
Shorty blow it, need to store it put it under boards
Body flowing, bodies flowing welcome to the morgue
Shorty blow it, need to store it put it under boards