Синия пизда
v4
@Kallin
Синия пизда
v4
@Kallin
lyrics
[Intro 1]
Hahah Chanel Sister's kileeeeers.
[Intro 2]
[Female voice]
Talkin’ ‘bout that mannequin — girl, you sound obsessed,
Every second it’s his name, like he’s law, I’m unimpressed. (Ha ha)
Your bald dude’s a joke, just a knock-off clone,
While my mannequin glow up like Apollo on his throne. (ALONE)
You gon’ sink with that zero, watch you drown alone. (Yeah)
[little drum]
[Break — sharp snare, inhale]
[Female voice]
Tomatoes and veggies got you triggered, that’s tragic,
But you trash-talk families — flexin’ fake and plastic. (Burn up)
Give it one more week, nobody cares what you drop,
Left with your silicone gnome, when the hype finally stops.
Like LGBT in Russia — erased, pushed away, (way way waaaaaay).
Without disses in the game, your fame just fades away.
And everybody see it clear, when you end up alone someday. (Day day day)
Haha... next.
[Verse 1 — heavy beat, hi-hat roll]
[Male voice]
So let’s talk about that track, you thought you hit like a queen,
Your only “achievement” was starting drama on the screen. (Screen)
Your fans just mad kids, back in the day we called ’em toys,
You pushin’ fake trends on minors, tell me — where’s the joy? (Yoooo)
[Bridge — slow, echoing vocals]
[Female voice]
If a real queen holds fame for years on her throne, (alone)
You just chasein’ viral moments, trends that ain’t your own. (Own)
Compare a stadium crowd to your cardboard show,
Five hundred fans max, still actin’ like you glow. (Low)
[Chorus — punchy bass, stutter effect]
[Male voice]
You copy other tracks, forgot your songs ain’t your ground,
Playin’ “US rapper,” but your town got no hood sound. (Sound)
You alone, alone, alone — soon no one’s gonna care,
Forever, forever — your rap just disappear. (Ah fu)
Stage is empty, empty — crowd watchin’ you fall,
Мэйби бэйби, бэйби — это твой финал. (Даааа)
[Russian Verse —Unusual basses]
[Male voice]
Поговорим на русском, а не на белорусском. (Молодец)
Ты думала, рэп твой вечный, но твой трон из песка,
Слова твои пустые, фанаты бегут из зала. (Да)
Манекен твой сияет? Да он вообще ни о чём, (плюсую)
Ты строила карьеру на копиях и чужом. (ХАХААХ)
Я вижу — ты тонешь, и это твой финал, (ага)
Вся твоя “слава” — просто дешевый скандал. (Согл)
На сцене пусто, твой хайп улетел,
Ты сама себе яму выкопала, welcome to hell. (Back)
[Bridge 2 — female whisper over airy pads]
This is the end, you can’t pretend,
Your fame’s a ghost — it won’t ascend.
[Chorus — male voice, doubled 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. (НАКОНЕЕЕЕЕЦ)
[A bit of a beat]
Hahah... YEAH.... hahahaha
your like... SHIT!
[Outro — fading echo, slow hi-hats]
[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. (ДАААА)
Hahah Chanel Sister's kileeeeers.
[Intro 2]
[Female voice]
Talkin’ ‘bout that mannequin — girl, you sound obsessed,
Every second it’s his name, like he’s law, I’m unimpressed. (Ha ha)
Your bald dude’s a joke, just a knock-off clone,
While my mannequin glow up like Apollo on his throne. (ALONE)
You gon’ sink with that zero, watch you drown alone. (Yeah)
[little drum]
[Break — sharp snare, inhale]
[Female voice]
Tomatoes and veggies got you triggered, that’s tragic,
But you trash-talk families — flexin’ fake and plastic. (Burn up)
Give it one more week, nobody cares what you drop,
Left with your silicone gnome, when the hype finally stops.
Like LGBT in Russia — erased, pushed away, (way way waaaaaay).
Without disses in the game, your fame just fades away.
And everybody see it clear, when you end up alone someday. (Day day day)
Haha... next.
[Verse 1 — heavy beat, hi-hat roll]
[Male voice]
So let’s talk about that track, you thought you hit like a queen,
Your only “achievement” was starting drama on the screen. (Screen)
Your fans just mad kids, back in the day we called ’em toys,
You pushin’ fake trends on minors, tell me — where’s the joy? (Yoooo)
[Bridge — slow, echoing vocals]
[Female voice]
If a real queen holds fame for years on her throne, (alone)
You just chasein’ viral moments, trends that ain’t your own. (Own)
Compare a stadium crowd to your cardboard show,
Five hundred fans max, still actin’ like you glow. (Low)
[Chorus — punchy bass, stutter effect]
[Male voice]
You copy other tracks, forgot your songs ain’t your ground,
Playin’ “US rapper,” but your town got no hood sound. (Sound)
You alone, alone, alone — soon no one’s gonna care,
Forever, forever — your rap just disappear. (Ah fu)
Stage is empty, empty — crowd watchin’ you fall,
Мэйби бэйби, бэйби — это твой финал. (Даааа)
[Russian Verse —Unusual basses]
[Male voice]
Поговорим на русском, а не на белорусском. (Молодец)
Ты думала, рэп твой вечный, но твой трон из песка,
Слова твои пустые, фанаты бегут из зала. (Да)
Манекен твой сияет? Да он вообще ни о чём, (плюсую)
Ты строила карьеру на копиях и чужом. (ХАХААХ)
Я вижу — ты тонешь, и это твой финал, (ага)
Вся твоя “слава” — просто дешевый скандал. (Согл)
На сцене пусто, твой хайп улетел,
Ты сама себе яму выкопала, welcome to hell. (Back)
[Bridge 2 — female whisper over airy pads]
This is the end, you can’t pretend,
Your fame’s a ghost — it won’t ascend.
[Chorus — male voice, doubled 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. (НАКОНЕЕЕЕЕЦ)
[A bit of a beat]
Hahah... YEAH.... hahahaha
your like... SHIT!
[Outro — fading echo, slow hi-hats]
[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. (ДАААА)
音樂風格
Diss, Indie Pop, rap, dance pop, big bass, up beat, slay rap, new hip hop, K-pop
