Pay Grade
2023
2:57
Official Music Video
Pay Grade by Olivia Rodrigo
Lyrics & Translation
English
You call me every night and tell me that you feel like shit
I say, "I'm sorry, is there any way I can help with it?"
I listen to you scream, the world is simply your enemy
"With death and taxes, what's the point of tryna be happy?"
And I've had bad days, bad years
Bad boys and bad careers
But I'm still standin' here
I understand you, darlin', but at the end of the day
You just won't help yourself
Rather give someone else
A glimpse into your hell
Pour all your problems on 'em just so you can walk away
Boy, I'm too young to be your mother
Not smart enough to be your therapist either
And I'm always here if you need a talk
But maybe first, you should take a walk
'Cause I'm not gonna make you change
That's above my pay grade, babe
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Pay Grade by Olivia Rodrigo
Pay Grade* (original Olivia Rodrigo)
You call me every night and tell me that you feel like shit
I say, "I'm sorry, is there any way I can help with it?"
I listen to you scream, the world is simply your enemy
"With death and taxes, what's the point of tryna be happy?"
And I've had bad days, bad years
Bad boys and bad careers
But I'm still standin' here
I understand you, darlin', but at the end of the day
You just won't help yourself
Rather give someone else
A glimpse into your hell
Pour all your problems on 'em just so you can walk away
Boy, I'm too young to be your mother
Not smart enough to be your therapist either
And I'm always here if you need a talk
But maybe first, you should take a walk
'Cause I'm not gonna make you change
That's above my pay grade, babe
Pay Grade (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Me llamas cada noche y me dices que te sientes como una mierda
Digo, "Lo siento, ¿hay alguna forma en que pueda ayudarte con eso?"
Te escucho gritar, el mundo es simplemente tu enemigo
"Con la muerte y los impuestos, ¿qué sentido tiene intentar ser feliz?"
Y he tenido días malos, años malos
Chicos malos y carreras malas
Pero sigo aquí de pie
Te entiendo, cariño, pero al final del día
Simplemente no te ayudarás a ti mismo
Prefieres darle a alguien más
Un vistazo a tu infierno
Derramar todos tus problemas sobre ellos solo para que puedas irte
Chico, soy demasiado joven para ser tu madre
Tampoco lo suficientemente inteligente para ser tu terapeuta
Y siempre estoy aquí si necesitas hablar
Pero quizás primero, deberías dar un paseo
Porque no voy a hacerte cambiar
Eso está por encima de mi sueldo, nene
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