Trunchell, Etc. – Emily Norton

Trunchell, Etc. – Emily Norton Lyrics

Artist: Trunchell, Etc.
Song: Emily Norton

Non ho amici che si ammazzano di bombe, ma si ammazzano di popper: filosofi b#stardi
Gliela Lecco con il trucco che le cola e le mani alla gola: penso possa bastarmi
Alle 6 di mattina mi sveglia a pugnalate
Il diavolo attira il giorno di Natale

Sta puta mi ammira fino a farmi male
Disturbata compulsiva fino a farsi dare
Vuole che la leghi al letto, che le strappi il petto, tanto è già vuota dentro
Come un cecchino prendo, miro, sparo: ho fatto centro

Le entro così dentro da spaccarle il mento
g#dd#mn, sono pronto per il payback
No more, no more: hit the road jack
Sono un killer elegante, chiamami Jeff

Mi manca Salmo: quello di redneck
Uh, mi perdo negli occhi blu
Vorrei fingere di stare bene da quassù
Lei si spoglia, maledetta, sopra un pezzo blues

Ha già un cazzo nella sua borsetta Jimmy Choo
Sex pistols, mi morde il labbro e sanguino alla Sid Vicious
Sono il mai visto
Sono il mai detto

Voglio il mic, Cristo
Torni a casa in una gabbia nera come a Windsor
E lasciami da solo stanotte sotto anime e coltre, amore no no
Riempi la mia camera insonne se si sveglia la morte, amore non ho

Mai vissuto questo Caronte tra le luci e le porte, amore non so
Distinguere se bacia o se morde, plenilunio di notte, amore Norton
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Emily Norton Lyrics – English Translation

I have no friends who kill bombs, but they kill popper: b#stard philosophers
Lecco with the trick that the cola and hands at the throat: I think it may be enough
At 6 in the morning she wakes up to stabs
The devil attracts Christmas day

It is puta I admire me until hurt me
Compulsive disturbed until it is given
She wants to tie to the bed, which tears her chest, so she is already empty inside
Like a sniper I take, myiro, shot: I made a center

The in so inside to break her chin
g#dd#mn, I’m ready for the payback
No more, no more: Hit The Road Jack
I’m an elegant killer, call me Jeff

I miss Psalmo: the one of Redneck
Uh, I lose myself in blue eyes
I would like to pretend to feel good about up here
She strips, damn, over a blues piece

You already have a c#ck in her handbag of her Jimmy Choo
Sex Pistols, bites my lip and bleed to Sid Vicious
I’m never seen
I’m never said

I want the MIC, Christ
Come home in a black cage like Windsor
And leave me alone tonight under souls and blanks, love no no
Fill my sleepless room if you wake up death, love I don’t have

Never lived this charontage between the lights and doors, love I don’t know
Distinguish if kissing or if biting, nightlife at night, love Norton
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Trunchell, Etc. Lyrics – Emily Norton

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From the album:
16 [Explicit] (La maledizione di vitruvio)
Release Year: 2019