Black Cadillac Songtext
von Dead Obies
Black Cadillac Songtext
Un jeune soul s′élève, bail out!
Get the fuck out de son corps
Ridin' goofy? Nah, ridin′ coffin
Black tux' custom made, lookin' comme un fuckin′ prince
Gotta do my thang, clock′s tic-tockin'
Tu m′connais, papillon sur le collet
Comme des mains autour du cou
À bout d'souffle, j′te pogne une puff and I'm gone
À bout d′souffle, j'te pogne une puff and I'm gone
Laissez-moi get in my zone
They got me hustling sept fois par semaine
Heavy eyelids, poupée d′porcelaine
La tête vide, obsolète à s′en mordre les lèvres
Most of them célèbrent, nous on s'Kush quand les morts se lèvent
And most of them freeze quand les morts s′élèvent
Believers attendent la Messe, speechless amongst the rest
Nonetheless
Un dernier tour de piste avant l'trafic de Los Angeles
Young Jesus going back to wherever he came
Black Cadillac swerving on Memory Lane
Helene, Helene, nobody′s gonna save my soul
So just get back to wherever you came
Black Cadillac swerving on Memory Lane
Helene, Helene, 'cause nobody′s gonna save your soul
(Nobody's gonna save your soul)
Ain't that right, say ain′t that right?
F-it, jeune jefe juste sittin′ on 6's
Got Sex in the City, that′s bisches on bisches
Shift gear, six chiffres, mais j'reste focus sur huit
Steven Seagal, Né pour mourir, mais j′reste focus on livin'
Fuck un folk song pourri, this is Post-Rap bidness
Bande de faux John Lennon, juste Imagine mon pénis, han!
(So just get back to wherever you came)
Jeune Jésus juste swervin′ down Memory Lane
They got me hustlin' cinq fois par semaine
Hochelaga, pas d'farine pour faire ce bread
Goddamn it, it sucks d′checker ma mama courir
I had to do what I gotta do and I′m 'bout to do it
Dix piasses, la guit′ sèche, papa knew it!
Sud Sale to Post Rap, Hallelujah!
Han! pis j'ride high tonight
A′ec mon body dans une def Black Cadillac
(...)
Young Jesus going back to wherever he came
Black Cadillac swerving on Memory Lane
Helene, Helene, nobody's gonna save my soul
So just get back to wherever you came
Black Cadillac swerving on Memory Lane
Helene, Helene, ′cause nobody's gonna save your soul
Young Jesus going back to wherever he came
Black Cadillac swerving on Memory Lane
Helene, Helene, nobody's gonna save my soul
So just get back to wherever you came
Black Cadillac swerving on Memory Lane
Helene, Helene, ′cause nobody′s gonna save your soul
Young Jesus going back to wherever he came
Black Cadillac swerving on Memory Lane
Helene, Helene, 'cause nobody′s gonna save my soul
So just get back to wherever you came
Black Cadillac swerving on Memory Lane...
Get the fuck out de son corps
Ridin' goofy? Nah, ridin′ coffin
Black tux' custom made, lookin' comme un fuckin′ prince
Gotta do my thang, clock′s tic-tockin'
Tu m′connais, papillon sur le collet
Comme des mains autour du cou
À bout d'souffle, j′te pogne une puff and I'm gone
À bout d′souffle, j'te pogne une puff and I'm gone
Laissez-moi get in my zone
They got me hustling sept fois par semaine
Heavy eyelids, poupée d′porcelaine
La tête vide, obsolète à s′en mordre les lèvres
Most of them célèbrent, nous on s'Kush quand les morts se lèvent
And most of them freeze quand les morts s′élèvent
Believers attendent la Messe, speechless amongst the rest
Nonetheless
Un dernier tour de piste avant l'trafic de Los Angeles
Young Jesus going back to wherever he came
Black Cadillac swerving on Memory Lane
Helene, Helene, nobody′s gonna save my soul
So just get back to wherever you came
Black Cadillac swerving on Memory Lane
Helene, Helene, 'cause nobody′s gonna save your soul
(Nobody's gonna save your soul)
Ain't that right, say ain′t that right?
F-it, jeune jefe juste sittin′ on 6's
Got Sex in the City, that′s bisches on bisches
Shift gear, six chiffres, mais j'reste focus sur huit
Steven Seagal, Né pour mourir, mais j′reste focus on livin'
Fuck un folk song pourri, this is Post-Rap bidness
Bande de faux John Lennon, juste Imagine mon pénis, han!
(So just get back to wherever you came)
Jeune Jésus juste swervin′ down Memory Lane
They got me hustlin' cinq fois par semaine
Hochelaga, pas d'farine pour faire ce bread
Goddamn it, it sucks d′checker ma mama courir
I had to do what I gotta do and I′m 'bout to do it
Dix piasses, la guit′ sèche, papa knew it!
Sud Sale to Post Rap, Hallelujah!
Han! pis j'ride high tonight
A′ec mon body dans une def Black Cadillac
(...)
Young Jesus going back to wherever he came
Black Cadillac swerving on Memory Lane
Helene, Helene, nobody's gonna save my soul
So just get back to wherever you came
Black Cadillac swerving on Memory Lane
Helene, Helene, ′cause nobody's gonna save your soul
Young Jesus going back to wherever he came
Black Cadillac swerving on Memory Lane
Helene, Helene, nobody's gonna save my soul
So just get back to wherever you came
Black Cadillac swerving on Memory Lane
Helene, Helene, ′cause nobody′s gonna save your soul
Young Jesus going back to wherever he came
Black Cadillac swerving on Memory Lane
Helene, Helene, 'cause nobody′s gonna save my soul
So just get back to wherever you came
Black Cadillac swerving on Memory Lane...
Writer(s): Gregory Beaudin, Vincent Banville, Pierre Savu Masse, Jonathan Quirion, Jean Francois Ruel, Charles Vincelette Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com