Bruise
v4
@Бадабум Бадабум
Bruise
v4
@Бадабум Бадабум
Текст песни
[Intro 1]
Hahah, Chanel Sister’s fucking kileeeeers.
[Intro 2]
[Female voice]
Talkin’ ’bout that mannequin — girl, you obsessed,
Every second it’s his name, law-ass vibes, I’m unimpressed.
Your bald-ass dude’s a joke, clone vibes, blap blap,
While my mannequin glow up like Apollo on his throne. (ALONE)
You gon’ sink with that zero, watch your dumb ass drown alone.
[little drum — hi-hat roll]
[Break — sharp snare, inhale]
[Female voice]
Tomatoes and veggies got you triggered, tragic,
But you trash-talk families — fake flex, plastic.
Give it one more week, nobody gives a shit what you drop,
Left with your silicone gnome, hype finally pop — boom-bam.
Without real disses in the game, your fame just fades away,
Everybody sees it clear, when you end up alone someday.
[Verse 1 — heavy beat]
[Male voice]
So let’s talk about that track, you thought you hit like a queen,
Only “achievement” — drama on the screen, blap blap.
Fans just mad-ass kids, back in the day we called ’em toys,
Pushin’ fake trends on minors, tell me — where’s the joy?
Click-clack, flop-ass, weak-ass, cringe-ass.
[Bridge — slow, echoing]
[Female voice]
If a real queen holds fame for years on her throne,
You chase viral shit, trends that ain’t your own.
Compare stadium crowd to your cardboard show,
Five hundred fans max, still actin’ like you glow.
[Chorus — punchy bass, stutter effect]
[Male voice]
You copy other tracks, forgot your songs ain’t your ground,
Playin’ “US rapper,” town got no hood sound.
You alone, alone, alone — soon no one’s gonna care,
Forever, forever — your rap just disappear.
Stage is empty, empty — crowd watchin’ you fall,
Мэйби бэйби, бэйби — это твой финал.
[Russian Verse — unusual basses]
[Male voice]
Поговорим на русском, а не на белорусском.
Ты думала, рэп твой вечный, но трон из песка,
Слова пустые, фанаты бегут из зала.
Манекен даши сияет, а твой? Ни о чём,
Ты строила карьеру на копиях и чужом.
Я вижу — ты тонешь, и это твой финал,
Вся твоя “слава” — дешевый скандал.
На сцене пусто, хайп улетел,
Ты сама себе яму выкопала, welcome to hell.
[Bridge 2 — female whisper]
This is the end, can’t pretend,
Your fame’s a ghost — won’t ascend.
[Chorus — male voice, with female ad-libs]
You alone, alone, alone — soon no one’s gonna care,
Forever, forever — your rap just disappear.
Мэйби бэйби, бэйби — это твой финал.
[A bit of a beat]
Hahah… YEAH… hahahaha
Your dumb ass… SHIT!
[Outro — fading echo]
[Female voice]
No surprise you beg with “new tour” at the end,
Without it, no one’s checkin’ — your hype just pretend.
Fame slips through your hands, gone like dust in the air,
Это твой конец.
Chanel sister's
Hahah, Chanel Sister’s fucking kileeeeers.
[Intro 2]
[Female voice]
Talkin’ ’bout that mannequin — girl, you obsessed,
Every second it’s his name, law-ass vibes, I’m unimpressed.
Your bald-ass dude’s a joke, clone vibes, blap blap,
While my mannequin glow up like Apollo on his throne. (ALONE)
You gon’ sink with that zero, watch your dumb ass drown alone.
[little drum — hi-hat roll]
[Break — sharp snare, inhale]
[Female voice]
Tomatoes and veggies got you triggered, tragic,
But you trash-talk families — fake flex, plastic.
Give it one more week, nobody gives a shit what you drop,
Left with your silicone gnome, hype finally pop — boom-bam.
Without real disses in the game, your fame just fades away,
Everybody sees it clear, when you end up alone someday.
[Verse 1 — heavy beat]
[Male voice]
So let’s talk about that track, you thought you hit like a queen,
Only “achievement” — drama on the screen, blap blap.
Fans just mad-ass kids, back in the day we called ’em toys,
Pushin’ fake trends on minors, tell me — where’s the joy?
Click-clack, flop-ass, weak-ass, cringe-ass.
[Bridge — slow, echoing]
[Female voice]
If a real queen holds fame for years on her throne,
You chase viral shit, trends that ain’t your own.
Compare stadium crowd to your cardboard show,
Five hundred fans max, still actin’ like you glow.
[Chorus — punchy bass, stutter effect]
[Male voice]
You copy other tracks, forgot your songs ain’t your ground,
Playin’ “US rapper,” town got no hood sound.
You alone, alone, alone — soon no one’s gonna care,
Forever, forever — your rap just disappear.
Stage is empty, empty — crowd watchin’ you fall,
Мэйби бэйби, бэйби — это твой финал.
[Russian Verse — unusual basses]
[Male voice]
Поговорим на русском, а не на белорусском.
Ты думала, рэп твой вечный, но трон из песка,
Слова пустые, фанаты бегут из зала.
Манекен даши сияет, а твой? Ни о чём,
Ты строила карьеру на копиях и чужом.
Я вижу — ты тонешь, и это твой финал,
Вся твоя “слава” — дешевый скандал.
На сцене пусто, хайп улетел,
Ты сама себе яму выкопала, welcome to hell.
[Bridge 2 — female whisper]
This is the end, can’t pretend,
Your fame’s a ghost — won’t ascend.
[Chorus — male voice, with female ad-libs]
You alone, alone, alone — soon no one’s gonna care,
Forever, forever — your rap just disappear.
Мэйби бэйби, бэйби — это твой финал.
[A bit of a beat]
Hahah… YEAH… hahahaha
Your dumb ass… SHIT!
[Outro — fading echo]
[Female voice]
No surprise you beg with “new tour” at the end,
Without it, no one’s checkin’ — your hype just pretend.
Fame slips through your hands, gone like dust in the air,
Это твой конец.
Chanel sister's
Стиль музыки
Diss, Indie rap, rap, dance pop, big bass, up beat, slay rap, new hip hop, K-pop
