She don't believe in shootin' stars,
but she believe in shoes and cars
Wood floors in the new apartment,
couture from the store's department
You more like L'eau de Stardee shit,
I'm more of the trips to Florida
Order the hors d'oeuvres, views of the Water
Straight from the page of your favorite author
And the weather so breezy,
man why can't life always be this easy
She in the mirror dancing so sleazy,
I get a call like where are you Yeezy
Try to hit you with a 'Heure de Woopie'
Till I get flashed by the paparazzi
Damn, these nigga's got me,
I hate these nigga's more than the Nazis
As I recall, I know you love to show off
But I never thought that you would take it this far
What do I know? Flashing lights, lights
What do I know? Flashing lights, lights
I know it's been a while,
Sweetheart, we hard-ly talk, I was doing my thing
I know I was foul bay-bay,
a-bay late-ly you been all on my brain,
And if somebody would've told me a month ago
Fronting though, yo I wouldn't wanna know
If somebody would've told me a year ago
it'd go, get this difficult
Feeling like Katrina with no fema
Like Martin with no Gina
Like a flight with no visa
First class with the seat back I still see ya
In my past, you on the other side of the glass
Of my memory's museum,
I'm just saying, Hey Mona Lisa,
come home you know you can't leave Rome without Caesar
Ты не веришь в падающие звёзды,
Но веришь в дизайнерскую обувь и автомобили,
В паркетный пол в новой квартире,
В одежду от знаменитых кутюрье.
Ты напоминаешь аромат L'eau de Stardee,
А я, скорее, похож на поездку во Флориду.
Ты заказываешь закуски, созерцая океанский берег,
И, не отрываясь от чтения своего любимого писателя,
Прохлаждаешься на морском бризе…
Боже, ну почему жизнь не может быть такой простой… всегда?
Ты вертишься перед зеркалом, пританцовывая,
А потом звонишь мне со словами типа: «Где ты, Yeezy?»
Я предлагаю тебе провести со мной незабываемый часок
Перед тем, как попасться под объективы папарацци.
Чёрт, эти ниггеры меня достали,
Я их ненавижу больше, чем нацистов.
Насколько я помню, тебе всегда нравилось красоваться,
Но я никогда не думал, что всё зайдёт так далеко.
Что я вижу? Только вспышки фотокамер…
Что я вижу? Только вспышки фотокамер…
Я знаю, уже прошло некоторое время, дорогая,
В течение которого мы почти не разговаривали: я был занят.
Я знаю, я был очень плохим мальчиком, очень,
Но в последнее время я постоянно о тебе думаю.
И если бы кто-нибудь месяц назад сказал мне,
Я бы сопротивлялся, я бы не хотел в это поверить.
Если бы кто-нибудь год назад сказал мне,
Мне пришлось бы с этим смириться, пусть мне было бы нелегко…
Я бы чувствовал себя как ураган Катрина без ФЕМА*,
Как Мартин** без Джины,
Как полёт первым классом без визы.
Даже сидя в кресле с откинутой спинкой, я всё равно вижу тебя
В своём прошлом, ты – по ту сторону стекла
В музее моей памяти.
Я просто говорю: «Эй, Мона Лиза,
Возвращайся домой, ты же знаешь, нельзя оставлять Рим без Цезаря…» She do not believe in shootin 'stars,
but she believe in shoes and cars
Wood floors in the new apartment,
couture from the store's department
You more like L'eau de Stardee shit,
I'm more of the trips to Florida
Order the hors d'oeuvres, views of the Water
Straight from the page of your favorite author
And the weather so breezy,
man why can not life always be this easy
She in the mirror dancing so sleazy,
I get a call like where are you Yeezy
Try to hit you with a 'Heure de Woopie'
Till I get flashed by the paparazzi
Damn, these nigga's got me,
I hate these nigga's more than the Nazis
As I recall, I know you love to show off
But I never thought that you would take it this far
What do I know? Flashing lights, lights
What do I know? Flashing lights, lights
I know it's been a while,
Sweetheart, we hard-ly talk, I was doing my thing
I know I was foul bay-bay,
a-bay late-ly you been all on my brain,
And if somebody would've told me a month ago
Fronting though, yo I would not wanna know
If somebody would've told me a year ago
it'd go, get this difficult
Feeling like Katrina with no fema
Like Martin with no Gina
Like a flight with no visa
First class with the seat back I still see ya
In my past, you on the other side of the glass
Of my memory's museum,
I'm just saying, Hey Mona Lisa,
come home you know you can not leave Rome without Caesar
You do not believe in shooting stars,
But I believe in designer shoes and cars,
The parquet flooring in the new apartment,
The clothes of the famous couturier.
You remind fragrance L'eau de Stardee,
And I rather like a trip to Florida.
You get a snack, watching the ocean shore,
And, without looking up from reading his favorite writer,
Cool off in the sea breeze ...
God, why life can not be so simple ... always?
You Werth front of the mirror, dancing,
And then you call me with words like: "Where are you, Yeezy?»
I suggest you spend an hour with me unforgettable
Before you get under the lenses of the paparazzi.
Damn, these niggas got me,
I hate them more than the Nazis.
As I recall, you've always liked to show off,
But I never thought that everything will go so far.
What do I see? Only the flash of cameras ...
What do I see? Only the flash of cameras ...
I know that some time has passed, my dear,
During which we did not talk much, I was busy.
I know I've been a very bad boy, really,
But lately, I always think about you.
And if someone had told me a month ago,
I have resisted, I would not want to believe it.
If someone had told me a year ago,
I would have to live with it, though I would have a hard time ...
I would have felt like Katrina with no FEMA *
As Martin ** without Gina
As a first-class flight without a visa.
Even sitting in a chair with recline, I still see you
In his past, you are - on the other side of the glass
In the museum of my memory.
I'm just saying, "Hey, Mona Lisa,
Come home, you know, you can not leave Rome without Caesar ... " Смотрите также: | |
