“happy meal” Lyrics (English Translation) – Ótvar Pestis

Read the full “happy meal” (English Translation) lyrics by Ótvar Pestis along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Verze 1:OP]

I don’t like the proportions

Ye, Ye, Ye, Ye, Ye, Ye

If the blunt is glowing, the circle is thinning
There is no thunderstorm above us, we come and smoke beer
These are emotions here, how much can the earth withstand?
I’m having fun like this, ten a week, Burn is going
Burn, let the desires burn
Anything can happen to me today

I waited five, seven, eight weeks, but I finally manage to find my way home
For some, not yet, for some already
Fu*k me, I don’t ride with them
Here you just sniff and then you can go downstairs
The train is not waiting, your hand is on the beretta
Compliance lures you on a string
That life is useless after useless minutes
I always find myself stuck in the same place
Like map myself and go after me

You don’t have to strum our guitar
Your gang will come up with it anyway
We blame others, but we made this happen
They just went down to say hello and they’re looking for nothing, so it’s on the record

[ref]:

I didn’t think we’d be here again
There are many sad people, eat a happy meal menu
Although he doesn’t deserve it, we buy it for him
It’s okay that it hits you but Heavy Beats knocks you down

I never thought we’d be here again
There are many sad people, eat a happy meal menu
Although he doesn’t deserve it, we buy it for him

It’s okay that it hits you, but Heavy Beats is a dog

[Verse 2: PANAMA]

Burn, let the planet ignite
Olasz and Stojkó will pay attention to you
Panama and OP don’t make me deaf
It’s not like if I want something, I’ll look for you
Unnecessary rounds that you ran again
A snail that I leave in my ashtray at night
Loyalty isn’t your strong point, I see
It’s not normal to smoke two a day
I had such a spin, I left everything
I smoked the steamer so much that I immediately started sweating
I’ve given up all the bulls*itting
The set is so loose that it shakes your ears right away
Sometimes a minute feels like a hundred
Real rappers go here, not favorites
Sprinkle with jazz as needed
The sampler is repeated for hours
I’ll bring one, but you don’t owe me either
I’ll throw away a quarter of it, don’t give me your stump
There is no place left to fit in here
Reps are like quotes on my Instagram
I miss you, I keep going every day
Concrete pieces fly into the microphone
Dude, I’m bored, I’ll stay to eat
The concrete pieces fly into the microphone