Cuba Libre Lyrics English Translation by Kacper Blonsky
The times of idyll are over, my Crusher’s only for Cali
I don’t give a damn about your palace, your bra, I’ll smash your head at the gala in 10 seconds
Once a buzz cut, six pack, now only hip-hop in my heart
Again, some chicks nagging in letters, “Kacpi, please, sign my breasts”
None of them really knows me
Like a high kick, I get inside their heads
I don’t look back anymore, no
I’m making money fast
She wants to get down with me, yeah
I can’t sleep, she keeps me on edge
It’s cliché, soon to be unglued
I’m off to make a new deal
If the devil’s in the details
Then take me to church
She’s losing it again after vodka
Or maybe it’s the weed
When I turn her buttocks into a pillow
From black thongs, I make a pillowcase
I know you want more than this
Just give me your hand
Similar to pain (To pain)
From home to the club (To the club)
You fit me (To me)
Like Cola to rum (Rum)
Mm, I know you don’t want to go back
Let’s escape this world
I know you don’t want to go back
Your blood in me and Cuba Libre (Cuba Libre)
And Cuba Libre (Cuba Libre), and Cuba Libre (Cuba Libre)
And Cuba Libre (Cuba Libre), oh
I know you don’t want to go back
Let’s escape this world
I know you don’t want to go back
Your blood in me and Cuba Libre
Beautiful blondes in my DMs
Beautiful brunettes want to bite my neck
I want to give my heart to a girl
Who wants more with me than just sex
4-2-0 is my record in the cage
Zero to zero in small talk
I want love, they want a toy
Disappear in a moment when I say “forever”
I don’t look at these DMs, we all know who the crush is
Trivial and important things, in norm, I’m getting in shape before March
And I make content for my face, dude, to get things rolling more
Thanks to the fans for the support, love will find me when I search
If the devil’s in the details
Then take me to church
She’s losing it again after vodka
Or maybe it’s the weed
When I turn her buttocks into a pillow
From black thongs, I make a pillowcase
I know you want more than this
Just give me your hand
Similar to pain (To pain)
From home to the club (To the club)
You fit me (To me)
Like Cola to rum (Rum)
Mm, I know you don’t want to go back
Let’s escape this world
I know you don’t want to go back
Your blood in me and Cuba Libre (Cuba Libre)
And Cuba Libre (Cuba Libre), and Cuba Libre (Cuba Libre)
And Cuba Libre (Cuba Libre), oh
I know you don’t want to go back
Let’s escape this world
I know you don’t want to go back
Your blood in me and Cuba Libre
And Cuba Libre