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letra de shit! msh la2y wla-tshirt! [english translation] - abyusif أبيوسف

[verse 1]
i am originally a plastic artist
dreams come to me about ahlam coming to me
hit the thought with an axe
forget the people and they’ll remember you
i don’t like carefree people
i’m all about the cranky people
the world is so crazy
the summit of sophistication when i’m vomiting during the feast
a lover like suma
but i’ve got another face, if you’d like i’ll show it to you
on a usb disk , i’ve got the ebola virus
i’m busy bringing in food
entering a meeting confident of myself, i studied my name by heart
spill the tea on the power extender, and have a party
i get too inserted in my convolutions and step on my gl-sses

[chorus]
sh-t, i can’t find any t-shirt
except that of yesterday
it smells like yesterday
but what can i do?
guess i’ll just look for pants that go with it then

[verse 2]
the ambition is about diamond shoes
okay then i’ll leave hip hop and focus on the gymnastics, doing a flip, acrobatic
whirl the past in a blender
remove people from my life by tweezers
i sleep while standing, just a quick hour
i tilt my head and the painting on the wall this with me too
i give an expression and take back a photo
saying great/big words as if i were a writing them on a blackboard
i draw an air conditioner, my hand gets cold
the ground is getting closer to me, as if my feet were getting shorter
i’ll give a parachute and make you jump with it from the ground floor
introduce jupiter to the meteor and have a party

[chorus]
sh-t, i can’t find any t-shirt
except that of yesterday
it smells like yesterday
but what can i do?
guess i’ll just look for pants that go with it then

[verse 3]
i’m in complete control
i don’t eat sheep b-tt
because i understand pharmacy
night, oh night, make me forget where i go in the morning
i took a break to try and know what i’m g*nius at
leather jacket on a training suit
i am burger before the king
the sky is black blue and the moon is a ping pong ball
i dedicate all my following scenes to each and every artist in the field that is not distinguished
been standing alone in the frame for a while now
waiting for the director to tell me what to do with my hands

[chorus]
sh-t, i can’t find any t-shirt
except that of yesterday
it smells like yesterday
but what can i do?
guess i’ll just look for pants that go with it then

- abyusif أبيوسف

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