ПРОШУ ПРОЩЕНИЯ Lyrics English Translation by THRILL PILL
I’m tired of racing, hopped into my Audi Q8 (Skrrt)
I’m a grown-up now, speed’s losing its appeal (It’s getting old, it’s getting old)
At my level, they can’t keep up (They can’t keep up, they can’t keep up)
Every time I step up to the mic, I get serious
Mom told me, “Behave yourself, son” (Oh, I)
But I always knew I couldn’t be an example (No, ah-ah)
In math class, I gave zero fcks about examples (I gave zero fcks about examples; yeah)
Now I’ve got, like, two hundred chicks or maybe even three hundred, probably
You’re in Segunda, but my league is La Liga
People are waiting for the drop; they need a premiere
Kids are going crazy; I’ll take measures
They’re sweeter than Ferrero Rocher candies
You owe me royalties for my entire career
I’ll send your ass down the career ladder
I’m zooming in my Porsche Carrera (Skrrt)
Yeah, I’m a big problem for all of them
I don’t have problems when the production’s deyezaxo
Maybe I’m too rude, but at least I’m honest (Yeah)
I want to be successful; maybe I should steal songs too? (Ha-ha)
Damn, who are you a fan of? I’d be ashamed to be in your place
This b*tch looks like Heroinwater; I’m throwing corks from under bottles
Trapping in Kotel’niki; we don’t really care
I remember so many fun stories, but it’s better not to tell them
Took a 0.7 Macallan in Bristol; if I offended someone — sorry (Sorry, my apologies)
Every success of mine is sorrow to them, sorrow
I’m in the spotlight, and they’re all in the background, background
I’m the creator of your damn fashion, fashion
I may be alone, but my opponents are bots, bots
B*tch, don’t talk to me so familiarly
I’d rather die than exist like you do (Nah)
Nowadays, anyone can become a star; talent and skills are not needed (Nah)
Former friends turned managers won’t let me perform yet
And I haven’t even finished yet, but…