Paroles et traduction san mattia feat. Nenu212 & nilu - home

home

Es isch düre, i gloub i erläb ds niemeh
I bi düre und drum hani denkt, i zieh ne
I hätt nid denkt, dassi so schnäu scho wott schiebe
Wöu i bimer sicher, dassi ds verdiene

Bruh, es bruucht haut Vouihsatz vo aune Invouvierte
Es wär ja o ke Wäg wemes müesst go erzwinge
O wenni chönnt gani iz sicher nüm dert hingere, nenei
Wöu i ha langsam z Gfüeu ds di aus weit verhindere

Ja was wosch du de? Hesch du z Gfüeu i gloube der?
Denkschsch du i bi blind, ds i di und nid dini Roue gseh?
Ja, was wosch du meh? Was isch meh aus aues, he?
Du gisch ke Response doch mini Insta-Biuder gfaue der?

I has ghört, du bisch gstört
Du bisch aues das wo ig immer vo aune ghöre
Du bisch blöd, du bisch schön
Du hesch di a settigs Züg doch langsam gwöhnt, he

I bi down mit mir säuber, i bi down mit de Homes
I bi down mit mir säuber, i bi down dert where I'm from
I bi down mit mir säuber, i bi down mit de Homes
I bi down mit mir säuber, i bi down mit de Homes

I bi wieder home, wieder i der Zone
Immer wieder mit de Homies
I bi wieder flex, bringe wieder Checks
Wieder Mehmed mit der Cocktail-Soss vo Thommy

Sippe wieder gäubs OK, i bi back, oh nei
Du bisch schlächt, doch everybody knows me
Universal, Sony, i chume iz u hou di
Mir mache nume Mischt wi typisch Andy, Zack und Cody, jah

I ritte dür die City mitem Pony
I lose Saturation wi der Bonie
I rappe nur für Meitli wi der Cobee

Brueder, Brueder! Was söu de Scheiss, jah?

Rouche Kippe für Kippe, chüeli Bierli am sippe
Im Zimmer staple d Dose, chille i de Trainerhose
Beat am füehle u chli spitte, Hasli Speziau mit Fritte
Ändlech eine boue, i fah ah di Papes z roue

Labre nume Stuss, bine junge fräche Russ
I bi wider druff wäg der Kombi mit Suff
212 Apricot Mobb verhängti Dudes
Bitch, bitte, bitte, bitte schick mer keni Nudes (Ja man!)

Es isch Wuchenänd, rouche Ott saperlott (Scr)
I mache wasi wott, und i gönne no e Shot
Aber höchstens siebe wenni ni wott blibe lige
Mir si aui so verschide aber sueche nur der Fride

Denn mir batze mis geil dicks Bubblegum (Bubblegum)
Du chunnsch zu üs, nimmsch e Zug, gang go schlafe oder ufd Bubble, man
Di Arsch isch drann! Mit üs blibsch high, u ds tagelang
Ds isch true Hiphop, schiss uf de Radiogsang

212 Ja mis Hirni isch verbrönnt
Wöu der Nilu hett sech wiedermau chli z viu J's gönnt
Abcrackedi Theme, doch i figge d Szene
So chrank wine Ramseier Öpfumoscht Creme

Wieder e J, i bi allei, u ize dobe
Ha nume Trainerhose i mire Garderobe
Ke Dame mode, i triffe dini Lisa ir Aberobbe (Lisaaaa)
Fuck aute... (Hahaha Ehre!)

I bi down mit mir säuber, i bi down mit de Homes
I bi down mit mir säuber, i bi down dert where I'm from
I bi down mit mir säuber, i bi down mit de Homes
I bi down mit mir säuber, i bi down mit de Homes

home

It's over, I think I'll never experience it again
I'm over it and that's why I thought I'd move on
I didn't think you'd want to leave so soon
Because I'm sure I deserve it

Bruh, it needs some input from everyone who's involved
It wouldn't be a way if we had to force it
Even if I could, I wouldn't go back there, no
Because I slowly feel like you're getting further away

Yeah, what do you want then? Do you feel like believing me?
Do you think I'm blind, that I can't see you and not your role?
Yeah, what more do you want? What's more than everything, huh?
You don't give a response but my Instagram photos please you?

I've heard, you're messed up
You're everything I've always heard from everyone
You're stupid, you're beautiful
You've slowly gotten used to such things, haven't you?

I'm down with myself, I'm down with the homes
I'm down with myself, I'm down where I'm from
I'm down with myself, I'm down with the homes
I'm down with myself, I'm down with the homes

I'm back home, back in the zone
Always with the homies
I'm back flexing, bringing back checks
Again Mehmed with the cocktail sauce from Tommy

Sip again, it's okay, I'm back, oh no
You're bad, but everybody knows me
Universal, Sony, I'm coming in and getting you
We only make mess like typical Andy, Zack and Cody, yeah

I'm riding through the city on a pony
I lose saturation like Bonnie
I only rap for girls like Kobe

Brother, brother! What's that crap, yeah?

Smoke cigarettes for cigarettes, cool beers on the sip
Cans stacked in the room, chilling in my tracksuit
Feel the beat and spit a little, bunny special with fries
Finally build one, I'm starting to smoke those papers

Just talking nonsense, I'm a young, cheeky Russian
I'm back on it because of the combination with booze
212 Apricot Mobb, banned dudes
Bitch, please, please, please don't send me nudes (Yeah man!)

It's the weekend, smoke Ott saperlott (Scr)
I do what I want, and I'm having another shot
But only seven if I don't want to stay lying down
We're all so different but just looking for peace

Then we chew on our cool thick bubblegum (Bubblegum)
You come to us, take a drag, go to sleep or on the bubble, man
Your ass is on it! You stay high with us, and for days
That's true Hiphop, screw the radio singing

212 Yeah my brain is burned out
Because Nilu had a little too many J's again
Abcracked theme, but I fuck the scene
So sick a Ramseier apple juice cream

Another J, I'm alone, and up there now
I only have tracksuits in my wardrobe
No lady fashion, I'm meeting your Lisa in the Aberobbe (Lisaaaa)
Fuck old... (Hahaha Ehre!)

I'm down with myself, I'm down with the homes
I'm down with myself, I'm down where I'm from
I'm down with myself, I'm down with the homes
I'm down with myself, I'm down with the homes