A keresés eredménye

Friend

[Intro]
I sit alone at the movies, got no time for others
Kissing the mirror even right now, that's romance for me
 
[Verse 1]
I want to be alone and fucked up
When every other person is so fucking tiring
On the verge of extinction
Wearing Clockwork Orange -makeup on my face
I'm ginger and others can't
See the lacks in my soul (ginger)
Yeah, I can spend hours on my own, practicing the Prince of Bel-Air moves
And I could even wear a dress, what do you care since you're not here (here)
Yeah, I'll fake my own death
Phone to the trashcan and a taxi to Monaco
 
[Chorus]
No one has the time, why does no one have the time
It's so lonely to be me
No one has the time, why does no one have the time
Asks my friend from the mirror
I wish I had a friend like me, me, me
I wish I had a friend like me, me, me (Wow)
I wish I had a friend like me, me, me
I wish I had a friend like me, me, me
 
[Verse 2]
Work is pasta1 (Gucci) and the shirt's pricetag is French (Luis)
Fifi, zefe, skrt, ah, and that's gobbledygook2
Made in China only when I eat Chinese
And I don't bullshit, but I'm not sure about R. Kelly
And when my ex tries to flex that she's found someone new
Thank God, finally together (Wow)
Her knees, I mean
And next I'll make sure that I'll have a Christmas tree on my wrist
Fingers (Bling) so sparkling that you'll freeze if you touch it
 
[Chorus]
No one has the time, why does no one have the time
It's so lonely to be me
No one has the time, why does no one have the time
Asks my friend from the mirror
I wish I had a friend like me, me, me
I wish I had a friend like me, me, me (Wow)
I wish I had a friend like me, me, me
I wish I had a friend like me, me, me
 
[Verse 3]
Don't be broken
Don't sit, this is no picnic
I'm lit like police sirens
That's why I like to jump on the couches and counters, whoa
Volume at thousand, street hit, a bad hangover, I wonder if it was cool
Gotta have like five different Van Hegen starter kits at the trunk
I want to be a rockstar and hit a Lamborghini with a Lada
Tattoo clichés at my face
Write rhymes at fines
This shit is fucked
No regrets, we'll do what we want, we're used to easy
Had no time to realize that the weekend is over, so I started it again
 
[Chorus]
No one has the time, why does no one have the time
It's so lonely to be me
No one has the time, why does no one have the time
Asks my friend from the mirror
I wish I had a friend like me, me, me
I wish I had a friend like me, me, me (Wow)
I wish I had a friend like me, me, me
I wish I had a friend like me, me, me
I wish I had -
 

• 1. Not quite sure what's the meaning here. 'Pasta' is a slang word for money, or maybe he's singing 'paska', meaning shit. Or maybe it's just a reference to Italy that I don't get.
• 2. Literally 'pig's German'

Whatever

Your momma says not to hang out with him
Cuz, apparently, she heard rumors about me going hard
But hey, whatever, fucking whatever
Whatever, fucking whatever
 
Don't usually make my way all the way back home (to my parents)
I'll bring a one-star bottle and a pack of cigarettes
And I'll do notice how you frown
But when you see that I don't care, don't get depressed
I'm staying awake 'cuz I no longer see during the day
There is nothing to see anyway nowadays
No need to advise me how to live here
I love to ecstasy of the moment
And I'm afraid of the permanent
 
Your momma says not to hang out with him
Cuz, apparently, she heard rumors about me going hard
But hey, whatever, fucking whatever
Whatever, fucking whatever
 
Wow, your momma prays for me, amen
But there is no place in heaven for you or you don't have children
I look like a shit paper to her
And like I got stuck to the sole of a shoe from a toilet's floor
The reputation of my family I tarnished, just like my coat
The unclosed eyes, we scratch them
Now your dad tugs your sleeve 'Is there jazz?'
I come to the yard by shopping cart skrrt skrrt Johnny Knoxville
 
Your momma says not to hang out with him
Cuz, apparently, she heard rumors about me going hard
But hey, whatever, fucking whatever
Whatever, fucking whatever
 
I'm not hovering, I'm soaring
And your momma seemed to hear something about it
I have to, you don't have enough
Boring stuff, copy and paste
 
Your momma says not to hang out with him
Cuz, apparently, she heard rumors about me going hard
But hey, whatever, fucking whatever
Whatever, fucking whatever