Текст и перевод песни General Woo - Za osobne potrebe

Za osobne potrebe

Volim svako jutro kad se praznim nakon kave
Kad meditiram na školjci mirne duše, prazne glave
Netko zvoni mi na vratima
Prekida mi sranje
Majmun siluje to zvono ko da opsadno je stanje
Skočim vidit ko je
Taman mislim da će stat
Onda navali po njima lupat
Kao gladan srat
Kaže:"Policija otvorite!"
Može malo sutra
Brže odlazim u sobu di je spremljena mi vutra
Tresem se ko pička, gledam oduzete ruke
Evo opet mi se sere, pa paničarim od muke
Uzimam te vrećice, u školjku s njima treba
Ali skrećem u kuhinju, nemam srca, dobra berba
Otvaram frižider, 10 grama marokanca
Dobro sakrivam u loncu punom čobanca
Di ću sad sa skunkom, imam 20 komada
Napa ili klima, zamrzivač ili kada
Opet sam u panici, bauljam ko bez glave
Jebiga, ne znam šta ću s 20 grama trave
Pokušavam se smirit, sjedam u fotelju
I palim cigaretu, gasim zvuk na mobitelu
Onda čujem drota, viče: "Znamo da ste doma!"
E sad sam baš na rubu prvog nervnoga sloma
Zašto mene trebaju
Nisam diler čovječe
Moja četiri zida
To za osobne je potrebe
Zašto mene trebaju
Nisam diler čovječe
Moja četiri zida
To za osobne je potrebe
Zašto mene trebaju
Nisam diler čovječe
Moja četiri zida
To za osobne je potrebe
Zašto mene trebaju
Nisam diler čovječe
Moja četiri zida
To za osobne je potrebe
Vrećicu otvaram, oni zvone i lupaju
Kidam velike vrhove, tako lakše se gutaju
I zalijevam vodom da se ne lijepe u jednjaku
Kao na mom jeziku, kutnjaku i umnjaku
Jebo ovo, sjedim sjeban u kutu
Vičem "Tuširam se jebote, otvaram za minutu"
Hvala ti živote za ovaj ujeban dan
Žena će se usrat kad vidi rasturen stan
Poruku tipkam, jedem posljednji gram trave
Spreman za pretres u zemlji užasa i strave
Manje guliš za lopovluk, zakon tako šljaka
Ili mrtav pijan za volanom pregaziš pješaka
Idem otvorit da ne sumnjaju previše
Kada podrignem na pokošenu livadu sve miriše
Malo na jagode, onda na lubenice
Osjećam vrućinu, kreću širit mi se zjenice
Zašto mene trebaju
Nisam diler čovječe
Moja četiri zida
To za osobne je potrebe
Zašto mene trebaju
Nisam diler čovječe
Moja četiri zida
To za osobne je potrebe
Zašto mene trebaju
Nisam diler čovječe
Moja četiri zida
To za osobne je potrebe
Zašto mene trebaju
Nisam diler čovječe
Moja četiri zida
To za osobne je potrebe

For personal use

I like every morning when I empty out after coffee
When I meditate on the shell with a peaceful soul, empty mind
Someone rings my doorbell
Interrupts my shitting
A monkey rapes that bell as if in a state of siege
I jump to see who it is
I'm just thinking it'll stop
Then he rushes to beat them
Like a hungry shit
"Police, open up!"
Can you hold on a little bit tomorrow
I quickly go into the room where my fire is prepared
I'm shaking like a pussy, looking at the abducted hands
Here they shit on me again, well I panic with torment
I take those bags, with them into the shell it must be
But I turn into the kitchen, I don't have the heart, good harvest
I open the fridge, 10 grams of Moroccan
I hide well in a pot full of shepherd
Where am I going with the skunk now, I have 20 of them
Power nap or air conditioning, freezer or bathtub
I'm panicking again, staring like I have no head
Oh fuck, I don't know what to do with 20 grams of weed
I try to calm down, sit in the armchair
And I light a cigarette, turn off the sound on my mobile phone
Then I hear a wire, shouting: "We know you're home!"
Now I'm really on the verge of my first nervous breakdown
Why do they need me
I'm not a dealer, man
My four walls
That's for personal use
Why do they need me
I'm not a dealer, man
My four walls
That's for personal use
Why do they need me
I'm not a dealer, man
My four walls
That's for personal use
Why do they need me
I'm not a dealer
My four walls
That's for personal use
I open the bag, they ring and knock
I tear off the big peaks, they're easier to swallow that way
And I fill them with water so that they don't stick in my esophagus
Like on my tongue, molar, and wisdom tooth
Fuck this, I'm sitting fucked up in the corner
I shout "I'm taking a shower asshole, I'll open the door in a minute"
Thank you my dear for this fucked up day
The wife will shit herself when she sees the apartment broken up
I type the message, I eat the last gram of weed
Ready to search in the land of terror and dread
Less shit for theft, the law sucks
Or dead drunk at the wheel run over a pedestrian
I'm going to open the door so they don't suspect too much
When I burp on the meadow everything smells
A little bit like strawberries, then like watermelons
I feel the heat, my pupils start to dilate
Why do they need me
I'm not a dealer
My four walls
That's for personal use
Why do they need me
I'm not a dealer
My four walls
That's for personal use
Why do they need me
I'm not a dealer, man
My four walls
That's for personal use
Why do they need me
I'm not a dealer
My four walls
That's for personal use