Gluh i Nijem [English translation]

Deaf and mute 'cause of her

She's hugging some other guy, kissing him, this beat is crushing me, e-yeah

Black Gucci bag, lit gold, Louis belt, everything

I'm trying to be cool in vain, sensing, quiet, dying, yeah

I can't breathe 'cause of her, biting my tongue 'cause of her

She's hugging some other guy, kissing him, this beat is crushing me, e-yeah

She entered the AMG with Louis bags in her hands

I'm trying to be cool in vain, sensing, quiet, dying, yeah

My ego is dying

I'm wasting roses

Hundred and one rose on a bitch with no soul

Wasting roses

Hundred and one rose on a bitch with no soul

Cora drives a Lambo, I'm wearing Amiri

When I'm drunk, my manners disappear

Skiing all night long, yeah, I'm shaking

Then I put some skunk in a blunt so I can enjoy it

Boom-boom-boom-boom,

armored up

War is being fought on the streets 'cause of her, just like Syria

Fulfill three of my wishes like a Genie

We had sex in the limo

We're perfect together like olives and martini

(Vroom-vroom, vroom-vroom)

My mother says you're evil, it's visible in your eyes

(Vroom, vroom, vroom)

Everything near you is highly flammable

(Vroom-vroom, vroom-vroom)

And you were better off with me than bees in vanilla

(Vroom, vroom, vroom)

Deaf and mute 'cause of her

She's hugging some other guy, kissing him, this beat is crushing me, e-yeah

Black Gucci bag, lit gold, Louis belt, everything

I'm trying to be cool in vain, sensing, quiet, dying, yeah

I can't breathe 'cause of her, biting my tongue 'cause of her

She's hugging some other guy, kissing him, this beat is crushing me, e-yeah

She entered the AMG with Louis bags in her hands

I'm trying to be cool in vain, sensing, quiet, dying, yeah

My ego is dying

I'm wasting roses

Hundred and one rose on a bitch with no soul

Wasting roses

Hundred and one rose on a bitch with no soul

Range Rover, Daytona

Game over, fame doesn't mean money

Oh-oh-oh, came from the bottom to the top, there's a line waiting to be in between your thighs

Sex, drugs, Jack, Coke, control, power and bucks

Oh-oh-oh, baby, bend over

That kind of ass can fit into Fashionnova only

We're perfect together like olives and martini

(Vroom-vroom, vroom-vroom)

My mother says you're evil, it's visible in your eyes

(Vroom, vroom, vroom)

Everything near you is highly flammable

(Vroom-vroom, vroom-vroom)

And you were better off with me than bees in vanilla

(Vroom, vroom, vroom)

Deaf and mute 'cause of her

She's hugging some other guy, kissing him, this beat is crushing me, e-yeah

Black Gucci bag, lit gold, Louis belt, everything

I'm trying to be cool in vain, sensing, quiet, dying, yeah

I can't breathe 'cause of her, biting my tongue 'cause of her

• Artist:Buba Corelli