Elíseos Lyrics (English Translation) – Delaossa, Cruz Cafuné

Read the full Elíseos (English Translation) lyrics by Delaossa and Cruz Cafuné along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro]
Bigla The Kid

[Verse 1: Delaossa]
My success is relative, my influence undeniable
Ask on the street, b!tch, I’ve become untouchable
I haven’t lost my passion, nor have I lost my hunger
I’ve met many famous people and, man, they’re a fraud
They throw me the bad and I blow them kisses
For me, they’re no good reason
I love them and that’s why I leave them
They’re truly my son even if they turn out to be naughty, yeah

We snuck into the industry like Yeyo
On the nose of a rich girl and without being a drug dealer
I wear the word ‘God’, I’m missing the Roman collar
Every day s*xier, every day more beautiful, every day richer
I knew exactly where to focus and I don’t get distracted
I don’t add, I multiply
That’s why, kid, I bring drügs, he looks for me UDYCO
I’m the king, I’m not abdicating (For real)
I ​​want the checks, the wads, the zeros, the euro, and the bills (Really)
A fortune seeker, motherfu*ker, I’m a gold digger
I’m a fu*king machine and a ticket seller
I can be many things, but never you, God forbid
Scrambled eggs and bacon
I start the day, break in new Air Force Ones and a new lawsuit, yeah
I didn’t have a Christmas, I work like an alligator
Although half a million labels came in on January 6th

[Verse 2: Cruz Cafuné]
My brother Sago designed the cardigan I’m wearing
If you didn’t turn off the Sanremo, two espresso martinis
At the Elysee, kids dressed up as Opium
One pulls the trigger with their nails painted black
Bumping method on the Benzo’s ass like the one in Succession, bro
If Jesus came back to earth, he wouldn’t be benevolent
But at I’d at least go back three days with the Velcro-on Margielas, yeah

There’s a demon between me and good
Without heart or fire, or wings, or horns, or that s*it that looks like a fork
If not liquor names like bourbon and rum
In Marseille, drops of swimsuit crash into my sharkskin
In three substances at once, but I read the room
If I lose, I feel like I’m biting the dust forever
And if I win, victory feels like it lasts a second or two
Yeah, Forgiato rims
Tell me what emotion you hide behind those cat-eye glasses
Power is sometimes a story
That’s why they see me in person and say: “I thought you were taller”
They’re not football-related, but I have a pair of heels
I see myself deformed in chrome rims
I don’t live low, planning to go to Icebox with my bums
All screwed up and I keep bragging
Water-drenched and I still go without a hood
To the dining room others Two paintings by Sopa’s father
I put my money where my mouth is
When you’re popping, you do whatever the hell you want
Flush the coke in the toilet, crazy girl, it’s time to heal
You’re infatuated with anyone who doesn’t treat you badly
With me, your days of thrifting would be behind you
Loving you by day, recording at dawn (Dawn)

[Outro: Cruz Cafuné]
Yeah, ah-ah-ah
Bigla