Текст и перевод песни n33k0 feat. Lukemag - 7:30 rano a pocuvame death grips

7:30 rano a pocuvame death grips

7:30 ráno a my počúvame death grips
Je mi jedno ako ale ďalej mi už nepíš
Premávka je hustá všetci sa niekam nahlia
Dostať vzdelanie zarobiť na chleba
Tento systém je napicu aj tak ich to raz pochová
Mesta plne hrobov nemáme tu miesta
Zachvíľku odbije ôsma
Neprídeš tam v čas nadriadený ta zaživa pochová OMG

7:30 večer stále idu death grips
Je mi jedno všetko rýchlo dupni na plyn
Rozmýšľanie na smrtou to je overrated
Rapovanie o kurvach to je underrated
Jazdíme v aute stále som fucking faded
Som stucknuty v blave chcel by som byt všade
Máš jebnuty názor ujasni sa v hlave
Ale najprv musis sa ospravedlnit mame
Ta určite doma kvôli tebe place
Lebo ruka ktorá kradne vyťahuje zbrane
Potom príď za mnou určite budem v bahne
Niekde v strede lesa odpočívať v rakve
Odpočívať v rakve
Odpočívať v rakve
Odpočívať v rakve
Budem niekde v strede lesa odpočívať v rakve

7:30 ráno a my počúvame death grips
Je mi jedno ako ale ďalej mi už nepíš
Premávka je hustá všetci sa niekam nahlia
Dostať vzdelanie zarobiť na chleba
Tento systém je napicu aj tak ich to raz pochová
Mesta plne hrobov nemáme tu miesta
Zachvíľku odbije ôsma
Neprídeš tam v čas nadriadený ta zaživa pochová OMG

7:30 am, I'm listening to Death Grips

It's 7:30 in the morning and we're listening to Death Grips
I don't care how, but don't text me anymore
The traffic is heavy, everyone is rushing somewhere
Get an education, earn some bread
This system is fucked up, it'll bury them all anyway
Cities full of graves, there's no room for us here
Soon it'll be eight o'clock
If you don't get there on time, your boss will bury you alive OMG

7:30 in the evening, Death Grips is still playing
I don't care about anything, just step on the gas
Thinking about death is overrated
Rapping about bitches is underrated
We're driving in the car, I'm still fucking faded
I'm stuck in Bratislava, I wish I could be everywhere
You have a fucked up opinion, get your head straight
But first you have to apologize to your mother
She's probably crying at home because of you
Because the hand that steals also pulls out guns
Then come find me, I'll definitely be in the mud
Somewhere in the middle of the forest, resting in a coffin
Resting in a coffin
Resting in a coffin
Resting in a coffin
I'll be somewhere in the middle of the forest, resting in a coffin

7:30 in the morning and we're listening to Death Grips
I don't care how, but don't text me anymore
The traffic is heavy, everyone is rushing somewhere
Get an education, earn some bread
This system is fucked up, it'll bury them all anyway
Cities full of graves, there's no room for us here
Soon it'll be eight o'clock
If you don't get there on time, your boss will bury you alive OMG