Текст и перевод песни Giaime feat. Jack The Smoker, Giaime & Jack The Smoker - Tic toc

Tic toc

La lancetta che gira
Notte si fa mattina
Cocktail vanno giù forte
Botte sanno di paraffina
Fumo netto
E vivo in un fumetto come Tex
Infami gridano Jack
Sbirri e cani tipo Rex
Tiro weeda
Corsa contro il tempo
Mi rovina
Testa sulle spalle
Acqua e ghigliottina
Non mi ripiglio prima di un caffè
Cerco pausa
Stress più di separati in casa in causa
Niente ditte JaJuan Johns
Penso solo al bad humor
Mi presento col Machete
Vi sdraio
Vivo da solo
Le mie pare a farmi da entourage
Mi bussa la morte di notte
Vestita camouflage
Mi picca
Lo scorrere del Tic Tac
Pistole in bocca Clip Clap
Come un suicida in tinta
Vivo a mille perché siamo al mondo D'Interim
Il tempo, una lancetta
E siamo polveri negli inferi
Tic Tac
Tic Tac
Get a fu-fu-fuck
Tic Tac
Tic Tac
Get a fu-fu-fuck
Non è aria, ansia
Ansima, anzi frà
Perché non passi va
Ci vado liscio come sul Te La Do Io
Perché puntualmente dice
"Sì, te la do io"
Non prendere sto disco
Come allegro muoio
Piscio sul crocifisso che c'hai al collo
Dammi una mano con 'sti dirigisti
Aiutami a spiegarli che c'hanno
Stipiti fissi
Io non faccio rap
Vado a tempo
Mi sono fatto rap prima del tempo
Arrivo al tempio con qualche verso
Mo, compreso il testo
Il flow è pazzesco
Ma insoddisfatti
Ostaggi dell'ansie
Bravi ragazzi anche se coloro
Coloro le mappe
Sto con gli stessi
Quelli che 'sti testi
A denti stretti
Vedi se ci riesci te
Tic Tac
Tic Tac
Get a fu-fu-fuck
Tic Tac
Tic Tac
Get a fu-fu-fuck

Tick tock

Second hand flying by,
The night turns into day
Your dangerous cocktails fly down smooth,
Shots as sweet as jet fuel.
I puff clean,
And I'm living in a Tex comic,
Infamous ones screaming Jack,
Cops and dogs like Rex.
I smoke weed.
Racing against time
Ruins me
Keep my wits
Water and guillotine.
I won't recover until I've had my coffee.
I'm looking for a break.
More stressed than separated couples in a house undergoing legal proceedings.
No JaJuan Johns firms
Bad humor is all I can think about.
I introduce myself with a machete,
I mow you down
I live alone
My walls are the only ones that surround me.
Death knocks on my door at night,
Dressed in camouflage,
She teases me.
The ticking of the Tic Tac,
Bang bang, pistols in the mouth.
Like a suicidal person in dark clothing,
I live life in the fast lane because we're in a temporary world.
Time, a second hand,
And we're just dust in hell.
Tick tock,
Tick tock,
Get the f**k out of here.
Tick tock,
Tick tock,
Get the f**k out of here.
It's not air, it's anxiety,
Gasp for breath, bro,
Why don't you go away?
I do it smoothly, like on the Te La Do Io,
Because it always says,
"Yes, I'll give it to you."
Don't listen to this record,
I'm dying of happiness.
I'll piss on the crucifix you have around your neck.
Help me out with these executives.
Help me explain to them that their
Principles are fixed.
I don't do rap,
I'm just keeping time.
I was a rapper before my time.
I come to the temple with a few verses,
Now, even including the lyrics.
The flow is crazy,
But dissatisfied,
They're held hostage by their anxieties.
Good guys, even if they
Color in the maps.
I stick with the same people,
Those who
Grit their teeth
You try it if you can.
Tick tock,
Tick tock,
Get the f**k out of here.
Tick tock,
Tick tock,
Get the f**k out of here.