OLÈ Lyrics (English Translation) – Geolier

Read the full OLÈ (English Translation) lyrics by Geolier from the album TUTTO È POSSIBILE along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Geolier’s music, you can also explore 2 GIORNI DI FILA and TUTTO È POSSIBILE, two other songs by Geolier.

[Intro: Geolier]
Yeah

[Verse 1: Geolier]
You count the days, I never counted the cash
They counted it for me, I just had to trust
Bro, dad, even my own mom
Now I’m rough, tough
So tough I don’t fall, but they tried
How much you cost, cost?
The real price we hold ain’t measured in money
I’ve put my bones right in the graves

In the jungle with the bears
Not prey, I don’t lose, I’m Varenne on the track
Got luck too red,
Jeans can’t even hold me
But God, I’m rising anyway
I make the streets climb with me
And now I’ve got no room to put all the wins
They put me in Europe’s top charts
If I go down, there’s too many of us
Like fleets
That’ll hit you hard
No one’s losing here
I’m with Messi, I’m with Leo (Olé)
Sleeping but the nanny wakes me
Wants to know what I want for dinner
I’m not hungry, not thirsty
Unless I’m a rapper
I step down, kiss the ground, olé (Olé)

[Chorus: Geolier & Kid Yugi]
All day long (All day long), all night too (Uah)
Who messes up pays, we live in the streets (Olé, olé)
All winter long (All winter long), even in summer
I’m on these streets (Always, always), I’m in the middle of the grind
All day long (All day long), all night too (Uah)

Who messes up pays, we live in the streets (Olé, olé)
All winter long (All winter long), even in summer
I’m on these streets (Always, always), I’m in the middle of the grind (Ah)

[Verse 2: Kid Yugi]
Beef’s only good for business if you sell burgers
I’ve always got my hands in the mix, my reach is long
You wanna take me out, bro, a Luger won’t cut it
‘Cause my boy’s got an AK, lie, he’s got more than two
Yugi and Geolier, the new pact, big purges start
I don’t believe in anything now, seen some crazy stuff
Might change my name: drop the “Kid,” call me “Illustrious”
Foreign plates, no fines in Puglia, yo, yo
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, who gets this slap?
Drink a whole Patrón, I’m out causing havoc
Mean as hell, Pol Pot, I shoot while you dance the foxtrot
Roll only with cutthroats, landing at Charles de Gaulle
Three seasons in demon mode, all the luxury, Bernard Arnault
Alcoholic, Dylan Dog, krokodil, not Lacoste
I make money then shalom, piss on woke thoughts
Thirty colored cups, perfect for beer pong

[Chorus: Geolier & Kid Yugi]
All day long (All day long), all night too (Uah)
Who messes up pays, we live in the streets (Olé, olé)
All winter long (All winter long), even in summer
I’m on these streets (Always, always), I’m in the middle of the grind
All day long (All day long), all night too (Uah)
Who messes up pays, we live in the streets (Olé, olé)
All winter long (All winter long), even in summer
I’m on these streets (Always, always), I’m in the middle of the grind