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Inginer de mastering: Dale Becker
Asistent inginer de mastering: Adam Burt
Asistent inginer mastering: Katie Harvey
Asistent inginer de mastering: Noah McCorkle
Inginer de mixare: Nathan Phillips
Producator: Jean Dawson
Producător: Hoskins
Producător: Wyatt Bernard
Producator: Lecx Stacy
Producator: Dave Bayley
Producator: James Kirk
Compozitor textier: Jean Dawson
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Original
Ooh, yeah
They say looks could kill ya
And I say, ooh, yeah
Don't you look familiar?
And Mona Lisa don't cry for me no more
I swear my face turned to stone
My lips burned, tongue turned to coal
Yeah, you stay locked on my throat
And Mona Lisa don't smile for me no more
I can't stay stuck in this pose
I can't take drugs on my own
I can't lie and sing along, you don't know this song
Ooh, yeah
They say love can kill ya
And I say, ooh, yeah
Do I look familiar?
You could play blind and I can act deaf
Take it in stride, no, take not a breath (ay)
You could waste time and I could waste less
You could change live and still look a mess (ay, hey, ow)
You can blow kisses right in my fiction
All of my friends is into white Benzes
All of my skin descend on white women
Pop me a pill and sing "Bad Religion" (ay, hey, hey)
Bad news comes around my black skin
Bad news comes out the ghetto
Bad news, it would appear I'm him
Bad news, I'm your description, baby, yeah
I left home without a penny to my name
I traveled north, pawnin' off wedding rings
I found my soul on new pavement, baby
I ain't never been afraid of anything
Bad news comes around my black skin
Bad news comes out the ghetto
Bad news, it would appear I'm him
Bad news, I'm your description, baby
Traducere în română
Ooh, da
They say looks could kill ya
Și spun, ooh, da
Nu pari cunoscut?
Și Mona Lisa nu mai plânge pentru mine
I swear my face turned to stone
My lips burned, tongue turned to coal
Yeah, you stay locked on my throat
And Mona Lisa don't smile for me no more
I can't stay stuck in this pose
Nu pot să mă droghez pe cont propriu
I can't lie and sing along, you don't know this song
Ooh, da
Se spune că dragostea te poate ucide
Și spun, ooh, da
Par cunoscut?
You could play blind and I can act deaf
Take it in stride, no, take not a breath (ay)
You could waste time and I could waste less
You could change live and still look a mess (ay, hey, ow)
Puteți arunca săruturi chiar în ficțiunea mea
Toți prietenii mei sunt în Benz-urile albe
Toată pielea mea coboară pe femeile albe
Pop me a pill and sing "Bad Religion" (ay, hey, hey)
Bad news comes around my black skin
Bad news comes out the ghetto
Bad news, it would appear I'm him
Vești proaste, eu sunt descrierea ta, iubito, da
Am plecat de acasă fără un ban pe numele meu
Am călătorit spre nord, amanetând verighetele
I found my soul on new pavement, baby
Nu mi-a fost niciodată frică de nimic
Vin vești proaste în jurul pielii mele negre
Bad news comes out the ghetto
Vești proaste, s-ar părea că sunt el
Vești proaste, eu sunt descrierea ta, iubito