Hakayet Lyrics English Translation – VEN1

What are you thinking, Chris? Ahah
If I disappear, I’m in the middle of coal, to stop me, I need a big box
Something that’s the size of my living room
If I disappear, I’m in coal plan, to stop me, I need a big box
Something that’s the size of my living room

If I disappear, I’m in the middle of coal, to stop me, I need a big box
Or, I need a big que-chè that is the size of my living room
180, two-stroke, it goes quickly, it’s winter
But the neighborhood is coming back to life
The boaters, they are too slow, Quechua, neck warmer, heated gloves
I know the temen, guess who brought it back
The green one comes from the Netherlands
Ik well veilig aangеkomen, believe me that for six figures, we go there
Come hang out with the sand merchants if you want to sleep
I’m stuck in the dirty with the same number

It’s not my fault if you haven’t had any news in months
Keep your troubles away from me
It’s not my fault bad if you haven’t had any news in months
Keep your troubles away from me

Hakayet on hakayet, moula, moula, lots of greenbacks
I was small and vulgar, I brought problems home
Ball after hole, I’m stuck in my air bubble
Unlimited mileage, foot to the floor, I accelerate

And they didn’t extend their hand to me, I didn’t wait for their help
There was no one for me, I was driving in the opposite direction
Little I saw myself as an astronaut, but I didn’t stay small
So I didn’t become an astronaut and I ride rockets, not little ones
The little one dreams more than a little 50
The noise of the shifter makes him hard
The nerve pays off, I arrived without introducing myself
Since I was little in the curd, I start with a handicap
Eyes bigger than stomach, I’m making the Audi Cab spit out

It’s not my fault if you haven’t had any news in months
Keep your troubles away from me
It’s not my fault if you haven’t heard anything in months
Keep your troubles away from me

Hakayet after hakayet, moula, moula, full of greenbacks
I was small and vulgar, I brought problems home
Dumpling after hole of dumpling, I’m thinking in my air bubble
Unlimited mileage, foot to the floor, I accelerate
Hakayet after hakayet, moula, moula, full of greenbacks
I was small and vulgar, I brought problems to the but’
Ball after hole of ball, I’m pondering in my air bubble
Unlimited mileage, foot to the floor, I accelerate