Young Multi - SÓL (Genius English Translations) lyrics
by Young Multi
[Chorus]
I'm a white boy with a bloody heart in my hand
Your words [are] like a gun, you're holding it to my temple
Open wound in [my] heart but you're rubbing salt in
But you're rubbing salt in it
I'm a white boy with a bloody heart in my hand
Your words [are] like a gun, you're holding it to my temple
Open wound in [my] heart but you're rubbing salt in
But you're rubbing salt in it
[Verse one]
Throw the cash, we have what you want
Bats, drugs, cars, b*tches and rough sex
(No, that's not what I'm looking for) What do you want?
If you're asking me about happines then it's long sold out
It's hard for me to say this but go to a different address
If you find [it], call [me] please, maybe I'll finally fall asleep
Why is my head so f*cked up?
Why is my head so f*ckеd-?
I know I look innocent
But I'm a f*cked up motherf*ckеr when it comes out of me
I know I look innocent
But I'm a motherf*cker when it comes out of me
[Chorus]
I'm a white boy with a bloody heart in my hand
Your words [are] like a gun, you're holding it to my temple
Open wound in [my] heart but you're rubbing salt in
But you're rubbing salt in it
I'm a white boy with a bloody heart in my hand
Your words [are] like a gun, you're holding it to my temple
Open wound in [my] heart but you're rubbing salt in
But you're rubbing salt in it
[Verse two]
I want to have you next to me
I want to have you on the table
(You hear me?) On the table
(I'm gonna repeat one more time) On the table
I'm not a romantic and I don't write love songs
But you don't look like a girl from the grey blocks
When I see that checkered skirt then I'm in shock
When i see that skirt, that monster in me awakens
I'm sorry, God, for what I'm thinking about
I'm sorry, but now I'll do her like- (Shh)
I love silence
But I also love it when I'm making you scream my name out loud
[Chorus]
I'm a white boy with a bloody heart in my hand
Your words [are] like a gun, you're holding it to my temple
Open wound in [my] heart but you're rubbing salt in
But you're rubbing salt in it
I'm a white boy with a bloody heart in my hand
Your words [are] like a gun, you're holding it to my temple
Open wound in [my] heart but you're rubbing salt in
But you're rubbing salt in it