Текст песни 17:41, - Nuria

Na bine, facem asa
Fi atent

Aye, yo
It's 17:41 European time
It's 17:41 when I need to fly
It's 17:41 when I'm blurry and the sky fall quick
Like the time to go is nearer
I been healing while I'm concealing my
Honesty, I hide away just like a teen'll try
I push my boundaries away to let them be alive
Know he survive but it's taking 'Rina a dive

I'm just doing me
Parts that beautifully coincide
Butterflies all in my stomach, I
I never felt love
Never been a soul to seek another man
'Nother gem tooth and a hundred grand

Sper că într-o zi
Voi găsi cu cine
Sunt menit să fiu
Ziels benieuwd
My mother always told me to be true to what I need to feel
Maar als geduld een schone zaak is
Ken ik niks steriel

Ga
Laat me met de stilte
Laat me even
Laat me denken
Dacă toată lumea țipă
Nu aud
And now I'm blanking
I got everybody giving me advice
I never needed
What's the point in patronizing every thought and every feeling?

Am băut otrava verde
Paint it all across the ceiling
If I break and build me back up
Will you fathom what I'm heaving?
It's a different conversation
We're not having in this Matrix
Wave a hand up in your face
And smack you back down to the pavement
How you like it?
Huh?
R.I.P

May I talk to the moon?
Preferably blue
But I'm in the mood to seek an illusion
Now, I don't love me enough
I don't expect you to
I expect rude truth
But maybe
If my hips got wider
And my waist got smaller
And my teeth got straighter
And my lips got redder
And my hair got softer
And my arms got smaller
And my laugh got calmer
And my skin got clearer

Then
Maybe then I oughta see that it's a sabotaging pattern
That we really out here parenting
Nurturing emotions that relief the weight we carrying
I don't argue dead
But got a closet full of skeletons I'm burying

I wake 'em up and make 'em tea
I sit with them so patiently
I think they'd be ashamed to see
The words I write in honor
Of the body that was made for me
Used up like an instrument
For angry men with power stats
My success will dig your grave
And that is where the flowers at
I'm sorry, got no empathy
For those who move with energy
So vile and condescending, please
You can't hold a candle to my pen
When I offend with ease
Boy, you cannot send for me
Trust, your time is ticking
When I clock you

Tick, tick
And it's ticking
Tick, tick
And it's ticking
Trust, tick, tick
And it's ticking
Your time is tick-ticking

Yo, I was good off being quiet
But they forced me to bluff
We don't need to talk at all
I know you're cold in the heart
Smoking sixteen packs of Camel
No remorse in his puff
Told me I was kinda pretty
But not gorgeous enough
Oh well