Текст и перевод песни L.O.C. feat. U$O & WC - Jetlag

Jetlag

[Vers 1] (USO)
Min hverdag er smuk som en topmodel
Ok, livet er en bitch, men din er alt for grim
Jeg er så elektrisk de chokerede stirrer længe
Forlovet med mange piger, for bilen har fire ringe
De andre er ok, som en Cola Light smager
Du claimer dyr swag, men dine sko er Nike Air
Yearh, kun håndbagage, når jeg rejser
Har det som en B-Boy, for verden er min Chypher
Jeg fester som en rapper, skriver med de kendte hoes
Tøser de kommer og prøver at blive den danske Amber Rose
Labels de er forvirrede, de prøver at få mig dræbt
Nomineret til årets hit, uden at have en pladekontrakt
Hater ikke, følg din drøm, det er hvad USO siger
Jeg er i Shibuya, jeg hænger med de Harajuku piger
Jeg er super sprød, jeg crispy ebi til din afterparty
De snakker om det, kan ikke forklare det, Illuminati

Jeg er så langt foran, bitches de giver mig jetlag
Jeg er så langt foran, bitches de giver mig jetlag
Jeg er McFly i min Delorian, flammer i mine dækspor
I er så svage i baggrunden I lyder ligesom ekkoer
Bagefter med flere år
Vi velkommer natten, håber I nyder i morges

[Vers 2] (WC)
You know a nigga's gotta stay touching doe
Pulling them triggers and smoking whoa
Jump jump jumpin down and up on the foe
Walking in the door like whats up loc
Rag to the left side hold my west high bitch you fucking with a player
Rolling up with chunk of paper throw it up in chuck chuck taylors
Dub c l to the oc uso bringin that terror to you
Table full of money weed alcholics barracudas
Tip tippin in a big boy scene
Skip skippin through the city in a beany
King kong grown dick long won't fit in them skinnys
Dub cizzel the locest I stay focused
Breath a hot 16 on the mic my breath is ferocious
The green I'm feenin when im drinking out this bottle got me leanin
A G in the game and ain't leavin getting my walk on from Denmark to Sweden
Gots to slow it down to remember these lames game is minimum
To much givin um dub you killin um
You know this ghetto nigga stay poppin um like the tip of a wet rag
Rollin in a vet fast game so fly when I talk it's jetlag

Jeg er en legende i mit fucking sind
Ballade med stort B, for din bitch vil danse kind mod kind
Ja, kviksølv i en Mercer, de kan mærke temperaturen falde
Succes det er en sportsvogn, for bitch der er ikke plads til alle
Jeg er koldhjertet og varmblodet, et stilsikkert fuckhoved
Går klædt som en ordentlig mand, kun fisser de er med på moden
Jeg pisser guld og spytter chrome
Takket være mig fucking selv, og må haters blive kvalt i troen
Seriøst, vi er gået fra graffiti og pis i elevatoren
Til at skide hul på overprisen for bobler nede ved ækvator
Og jeg drikker ikke en gang, jeg hælder bare det pis ud
Til minde om min fortid, for modgang er fucking død
Slainte, tager for mig af livets entres
Min kvinde er smukkere end Beyoncé
Og frihed det er relativt, så lad os købe noget mere
For penge er kun problemer, men uden kommer der flere

Jetlag

[Verse 1] (USO
My everyday life is beautiful as a Top Model
OK, life is a bitch, but yours is way too ugly
I'm so electric they stare in shock for a long time
Engaged to many girls, for the car has four rings
The others are ok, as a Diet Coke tastes
You claim expensive swag, but your shoes are Nike Air
Yearh, hand luggage only when I travel
Got it like a B-Boy, cause the world is my Chypher
I Party like a rapper, write with the well-known hoes
Girls they come and try to become the Danish Amber Rose
Labels they're confused, they're trying to get me killed
Nominated for hit of the year, without having a record deal
Don't hate, follow your dream, that's what the USO says
I'm in Shibuya, I'm hanging out with the Harajuku Girls
I'm super crispy, I'm crispy ebi for your afterparty
They talk about it, can't explain it, Illuminati

I'm so far ahead, bitches they give me jet lag
I'm so far ahead, bitches they give me jet lag
I'm McFly in my Delorian, flames in my tire tracks
You are so weak in the background you sound like echoes
Followed by several years
We welcome the night, hope you enjoy this morning

[Verse 2] (WC
You know a nigga's gotta stay touching doe
Pulling them triggers and smoking whoa
Jump jump jumpin down and up on the foe
Walking in the door like whats up loc
Rag to the left side hold my west high bitch you fucking with a player
Rolling up with chunk of paper throw it up in chuck chuck taylors
Dub c l to the oc uso bringin that terror to you
Table full of money weed alcholics barracudas
Tip tippin in a big boy scene
Skip skippin through the city in a beany
King kong grown dick long won't fit in them skinnys
Dub cizzel the locest I stay focused
Breath a hot 16 on the mic my breath is ferocious
The green I'm feenin when im drinking out this bottle got me leanin
A G in the game and ain't leavin getting my walk on from Denmark to Sweden
Gots to slow it down to remember these lames game is minimum
To much givin um dub you killin um
You know this ghetto nigga stay poppin um like the tip of a wet rag
Rollin in a vet fast game so fly when I talk it's jetlag

Jeg er en legende i mit fucking sind
Ballade med stort B, for din bitch vil danse kind mod kind
Yes, Mercury in a Mercer, they can feel the temperature drop
Good luck it's a sports car, for bitch there's not room for everyone
I'm cold-hearted and warm-blooded, a classy fuckhead
Going dressed like a proper man, only pussies they're into mature
I piss gold and spit chrome
Thanks to me fucking myself, and may haters be smothered in faith
Seriously, we've gone from graffiti and piss in the elevator
To fuck up the overpriced for bubbles down at the equator
And I don't drink once, I just pour out that shit
In memory of my past, for adversity is fucking death
Slainte, takes for me the entres of life
My Woman is more beautiful than Beyoncé
And freedom it is relative, so let's buy something more
For money is only trouble, but without it comes more