Текст и перевод песни Blak Diamon - Addicted

Addicted

You waan go easy
But mi waan go hard
You waan pretty car
Me waan yard
You just waann shop, but a you a go lose
Me waan furniture
You waan shoes

Baby, mi would a deh wid yo
But guess wha', it nuh healthy
Because mi know say it wouldn't help me
You waan hype up, me lay back
You waan loud up, me don't play that

Baby, mi would a deh wid yo
But guess wha', it nuh healthy
Because mi know say it wouldn't help me
You waan be Star, but me a Observer
Me waan soul food, you waan burger

It nuh make sense we try, mi no comfortable
And, to how mi see things, we no compatible
This couldn't work out cause mi selective
And we have different objectives
We destine fi strive
But you will slow mi drive
You no have no adrenaline
A me, you fi avoid
You might educated, but you no wise
Your eyes on the hype
But mine on the prize

You waan gain and nothing you never try
Every year all you do a wait pon ATI
You think you a plane, but babes you no fly
Mi cyaa believe how your eye dem dry
That's why you end up wid a bag a man a whine you
Cause you a wait pon dem fi mind you
Try no lost, cause a no mi a go find you
Swear mi no give a damn if gold line you

Addicted

You want to go easy
But I want to go hard
You want a pretty car
I want a yard
You just want to shop, but you're going to lose
I want furniture
You want shoes

Baby, I would be with you
But guess what, it's not healthy
Because I know that it wouldn't help me
You want to hype up, I lay back
You want to be loud, I don't play that

Baby, I would be with you
But guess what, it's not healthy
Because I know that it wouldn't help me
You want to be a Star, but I'm an Observer
I want soul food, you want a burger

It doesn't make sense for us to try, I'm not comfortable
And, the way I see things, we're not compatible
This couldn't work out because I'm selective
And we have different objectives
We're destined to strive
But you will slow my drive
You don't have any adrenaline
You should avoid me
You might be educated, but you're not wise
Your eyes are on the hype
But mine are on the prize

You want to gain and you never try
Every year all you do is wait on ATI
You think you're a plane, but babe you don't fly
I can't believe how your eyes are dry
That's why you end up with a bag of men whining at you
Cause you're waiting on them to mind you
Try not to be lost, because I'm not going to find you
Swear I don't give a damn if you're gold lined