Baby K — Fakeness song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Fakeness" by Baby K.
Lyrics
Con il mio ego: gemelle
le mie sorelle? Caramelle
opere d’arte, best seller
hell’s angel hmmm che selle!
Mi hanno detto «Baby ne vedrai delle belle»
Ho risposto «Non serve che mi dici niente»
Buttafuori alla porta in attacco in tiro col tacco
Di tacco: Rudy Feller!
Entriamo: il degrado
L’ex sul divano col drink annacquato
ho la pelle d’oca
lei è un’oca a pelle
due baffi così: bella Tom Selleck!
faccio finta di niente
ma che pacco: DHL
se gli sguardi potessero uccidere
sarei morta da un tot
al primo shot!
A prayer for the dummies dancing at the disco
wood clones like machines under a hypno
Syndrome. Everybody drunk of hateness
alcohol fulla fulla fulla fakeness.
Tu mi odi?
sono lo specchio
e io ti amo
per dispetto
tu stai fuori
torna presto
la tua opinione? Chi te l’ha chiesta!
stacco gli occhi di dosso
e li metto nel cocktail adesso
presi male nel posto
come Tina Cipollari:"No Maria io esco!"
E' guerra aperta
amiche in allerta
pronti partenza
al mio tre si twerka
si che lo scuoto
scatta una foto
le chiappe in moto
pare un terremoto!
Volano unghie finte, extension
e verso la fine pari Marylin Manson
siamo nel party
che ore sono?
«Le sei bacardi»
abbandono.
Army of animatronics
people gettin' bionic
spending their time thinking about the way to spend da money
but honey honey honey
you ain’t sweet like honey
you more bitter than a coffee without sugar honey
don’t try to be something that you’re not ready to be because the originality is just for people like me put your fucking bitches into the black party
tell’em to shake their body cuz every fucking body wanna see
Fakeness
(Grazie a Ery Morandi per questo testo)
Lyrics translation
With my ego: twins
my sisters? Sweets
artwork, best seller
hell's angel hmmm what a saddle!
They said, "Baby, You'll see some nice ones.»
I said, " You don't need to tell me anything.»
Bouncers at the door in attack in Heel Shot
Heel: Rudy Feller!
We enter: the degradation
The ex on the couch with the watered down drink
I have goose bumps
she's a skin goose
two moustaches like this: beautiful Tom Selleck!
I'm pretending nothing
but what package: DHL
if looks could kill
I would have died from a tot
first shot!
A prayer for the dummies dancing at the disco
wood clones like machines under a hypno
Syndrome. Everybody drunk of hatred
alcohol fulla fulla fulla fakeness.
Do you hate me?
I'm the mirror
and I love you
out of spite
you stay out
come back soon
your opinion? Who asked you!
I take my eyes off
and I put them in the cocktail now
taken wrong in the place
like Tina Cipollari: "No Maria I go out!"
It's open war
girlfriends on alert
ready departure
at my three you twerka
yeah, I'm shaking it.
take a picture
the buttocks in motion
it looks like an earthquake!
Flywheel false nails, extension
and towards the end even Marylin Manson
we're in the party.
What is the time?
"The six bacardi»
abandonment.
Army of animatronics
people gettin ' bionic
spending their time thinking about the way to spend da money
but honey honey honey
you ain't sweet like honey
you more bitter than a coffee without sugar honey
don't try to be something that you're not ready to be because the originality is just for people like me put your fucking bitches into the black party
tell ' em to shake their body cuz every fucking body wanna see
Fakeness
(Thanks to Ery Morandi for this text)