Official Music Video
168 Hours by Toosii
Lyrics & Translation
English
(You're so lazy)
Mm, say fuck the critics, I'm a boss
I done took loss after loss
It's hard to go back being broke when every day, you let it floss
What's a fish to a piranha?
What's a puppy to a dog?
What's a victim to a killer?
What's a baboon to King Kong?
What's life without death?
What's a bitch without stress?
What's a Glock without my 9, we hit the streets and make mess
What's me without you?
You don't know the things that I do
You don't believe me, it's cool, baby, you won't 'til it's proof
I used to picture bein' like what my mama and daddy had
'Til my daddy up and left at twelve and I miss my daddy bad
Had a lot that was on my mind, I ain't had no course that I could crash
So get the phone and hit the bros, we'll hit the shows and show our ass
Hard times, they never last
But this hard, I hope it last
I'm tryna love ya to the moon and back, but I don't wanna move too fast
I know you break, feel like some glass
You might break, I'll make ya laugh
You ignorin' the red flags, but hide your pain up with a mask
So I say seven days a week
Hundred sixty-eight hours
I think about you all day, I wanna give you your flowers
Baby, you know where my heart is, it ain't mine, baby, it's ours
For you, I spin until they all dead, make sure they all dead
So I say seven days a week
Hundred sixty-eight hours
I think about you all day, I wanna give you your flowers
Baby, you know where my heart is, it ain't mine, baby, it's ours
For you, I spin until they all dead, make sure they all dead
What's me without the bros?
What's the bros without some hoes?
What's tool without that fft?
That's like Pharrell with no clothes
We'll hit the block and make shows
We from the 9, don't throw 4s
What's bro without that cup that he won't kick? Pour some more
Tell me, what's you without your friends? They all bad, you call 'em "twin"
You duckin', dodgin' through these streets and fucked up world we livin' in
You messed with lames before, but you won't ever go do that again
You want someone that tote that fire, I hit that block, I spin that bend
So bae, what's me without my fire?
What's the number on the Gen?
We did so much to niggas, niggas think it's cool to make amends
If you don't like me, don't pretend
'Cause bae, I'm in it for the win
And I ain't sayin' that it's right, but all for you, commit a sin
See, all for you, I stand on ten
With my back against the wall
I'm leavin' shit stains on the floor, niggas makin' messes out they drawers
I'll do whatever that you want
Just say the word, they'll send a car
Put that signal in the sky, I'll hit the streets and risk it all, so you know
So I say seven days a week
Hundred sixty-eight hours
I think about you all day, I wanna give you your flowers
Baby, you know where my heart is, it ain't mine, baby, it's ours
For you, I spin until they all dead, make sure they all dead
So I say seven days a week
Hundred sixty-eight hours
I think about you all day, I wanna give you your flowers
Baby, you know where my heart is, it ain't mine, baby, it's ours
For you, I spin until they all dead, make sure they all dead
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of 168 Hours by Toosii
168 Hours* (original Toosii)
(You're so lazy)
Mm, say fuck the critics, I'm a boss
I done took loss after loss
It's hard to go back being broke when every day, you let it floss
What's a fish to a piranha?
What's a puppy to a dog?
What's a victim to a killer?
What's a baboon to King Kong?
What's life without death?
What's a bitch without stress?
What's a Glock without my 9, we hit the streets and make mess
What's me without you?
You don't know the things that I do
You don't believe me, it's cool, baby, you won't 'til it's proof
I used to picture bein' like what my mama and daddy had
'Til my daddy up and left at twelve and I miss my daddy bad
Had a lot that was on my mind, I ain't had no course that I could crash
So get the phone and hit the bros, we'll hit the shows and show our ass
Hard times, they never last
But this hard, I hope it last
I'm tryna love ya to the moon and back, but I don't wanna move too fast
I know you break, feel like some glass
You might break, I'll make ya laugh
You ignorin' the red flags, but hide your pain up with a mask
So I say seven days a week
Hundred sixty-eight hours
I think about you all day, I wanna give you your flowers
Baby, you know where my heart is, it ain't mine, baby, it's ours
For you, I spin until they all dead, make sure they all dead
So I say seven days a week
Hundred sixty-eight hours
I think about you all day, I wanna give you your flowers
Baby, you know where my heart is, it ain't mine, baby, it's ours
For you, I spin until they all dead, make sure they all dead
What's me without the bros?
What's the bros without some hoes?
What's tool without that fft?
That's like Pharrell with no clothes
We'll hit the block and make shows
We from the 9, don't throw 4s
What's bro without that cup that he won't kick? Pour some more
Tell me, what's you without your friends? They all bad, you call 'em "twin"
You duckin', dodgin' through these streets and fucked up world we livin' in
You messed with lames before, but you won't ever go do that again
You want someone that tote that fire, I hit that block, I spin that bend
So bae, what's me without my fire?
What's the number on the Gen?
We did so much to niggas, niggas think it's cool to make amends
If you don't like me, don't pretend
'Cause bae, I'm in it for the win
And I ain't sayin' that it's right, but all for you, commit a sin
See, all for you, I stand on ten
With my back against the wall
I'm leavin' shit stains on the floor, niggas makin' messes out they drawers
I'll do whatever that you want
Just say the word, they'll send a car
Put that signal in the sky, I'll hit the streets and risk it all, so you know
So I say seven days a week
Hundred sixty-eight hours
I think about you all day, I wanna give you your flowers
Baby, you know where my heart is, it ain't mine, baby, it's ours
For you, I spin until they all dead, make sure they all dead
So I say seven days a week
Hundred sixty-eight hours
I think about you all day, I wanna give you your flowers
Baby, you know where my heart is, it ain't mine, baby, it's ours
For you, I spin until they all dead, make sure they all dead
168 Hours (traducción LyricVerse Team)
(Eres tan perezoso)
Mm, di a la mierda los críticos, soy un jefe
Sufrí pérdida tras pérdida
Es difícil volver a estar en la ruina cuando cada día lo dejas lucirse
¿Qué es un pez para una piraña?
¿Qué es un cachorro para un perro?
¿Qué es una víctima para un asesino?
¿Qué es un babuino para King Kong?
¿Qué es la vida sin la muerte?
¿Qué es una perra sin estrés?
¿Qué es una Glock sin mi 9, salimos a la calle y hacemos un desastre?
¿Qué soy yo sin ti?
No sabes las cosas que hago
No me crees, está bien, nena, no lo harás hasta que haya pruebas
Solía imaginarme siendo como lo que tenían mi mamá y mi papá
Hasta que mi papá se fue a los doce y extraño mucho a mi papá
Tenía mucho en mi mente, no tenía ningún curso en el que pudiera estrellarme
Así que coge el teléfono y llama a los hermanos, iremos a los shows y mostraremos lo que valemos
Los tiempos difíciles nunca duran
Pero esto es difícil, espero que dure
Estoy tratando de amarte hasta la luna y de vuelta, pero no quiero ir demasiado rápido
Sé que te rompes, te sientes como cristal
Podrías romperte, te haré reír
Estás ignorando las señales de alerta, pero escondes tu dolor con una máscara
Así que digo siete días a la semana
Ciento sesenta y ocho horas
Pienso en ti todo el día, quiero darte tus flores
Nena, sabes dónde está mi corazón, no es mío, nena, es nuestro
Por ti, giro hasta que todos estén muertos, me aseguro de que todos estén muertos
Así que digo siete días a la semana
Ciento sesenta y ocho horas
Pienso en ti todo el día, quiero darte tus flores
Nena, sabes dónde está mi corazón, no es mío, nena, es nuestro
Por ti, giro hasta que todos estén muertos, me aseguro de que todos estén muertos
¿Qué soy yo sin los hermanos?
¿Qué son los hermanos sin algunas putas?
¿Qué es una herramienta sin ese fft?
Eso es como Pharrell sin ropa
Iremos a la cuadra y haremos shows
Somos del 9, no tiramos 4s
¿Qué es un hermano sin esa taza que no pateará? Sirve un poco más
Dime, ¿qué eres tú sin tus amigos? Todos son malos, los llamas "gemelos"
Esquivando y evadiendo por estas calles y el mundo jodido en el que vivimos
Te metiste con perdedores antes, pero nunca volverás a hacer eso
Quieres a alguien que lleve ese fuego, yo golpeo esa cuadra, yo giro esa curva
Así que, nena, ¿qué soy yo sin mi fuego?
¿Cuál es el número en el Gen?
Les hicimos tanto a los negros, que los negros creen que está bien hacer las paces
Si no te gusto, no finjas
Porque, nena, estoy en esto para ganar
Y no digo que esté bien, pero todo por ti, cometeré un pecado
Mira, todo por ti, me mantengo firme
Con mi espalda contra la pared
Dejo manchas de mierda en el suelo, los negros hacen desastres con sus cajones
Haré lo que quieras
Solo di la palabra, enviarán un coche
Pon esa señal en el cielo, saldré a la calle y lo arriesgaré todo, para que sepas
Así que digo siete días a la semana
Ciento sesenta y ocho horas
Pienso en ti todo el día, quiero darte tus flores
Nena, sabes dónde está mi corazón, no es mío, nena, es nuestro
Por ti, giro hasta que todos estén muertos, me aseguro de que todos estén muertos
Así que digo siete días a la semana
Ciento sesenta y ocho horas
Pienso en ti todo el día, quiero darte tus flores
Nena, sabes dónde está mi corazón, no es mío, nena, es nuestro
Por ti, giro hasta que todos estén muertos, me aseguro de que todos estén muertos
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