Put Kroz Moje Oči

[Uvod: Filip Filipi]
Take a journey through my eyes
Take a journey through my eyes
Take a journey through my eyes
Take a journey through my eyes
Take a journey through my eyes
Now set, go

[Strofa 1: Filip Filipi]
You're a pebble on a fuckin' beach
I'm the coast [?]
Move waves like I need a bigger ankle, sing like Aretha
Swim like a sock, fly like a bird, land like an eagle
So this is for my people
Guess the flow a cathеdral, the buster's an eaglе
Please, God, they trust and believe You
Stumblin', so lead us through the darkness, darkness, darkness
No longer wanna sin with the softest kids
Show us peace, never seen us judge them
Born in '85, in '91 started killin' shit
Sit back and listen to the preacher
Can I reach her in a Benz or the Beamer?
Fell like a bullet from the sky
Pulling out wide and look out the window

What you see is devastation, economic sanctions
Of one or two races [?]
In our faith that we're generous and gotta believe
That I'm great, couldn't feel them, we're gonna grow out the seeds
What you see is devastation, economic sanctions
Of one or two races [?]
In our faith that we're generous and gotta believe
That I'm great, couldn't feel them, we're gonna grow out the seeds

[Refren: Filip Filipi]
Take a journey through my eyes
Take a journey through my eyes

[Strofa 2: Dada]
Dobrodošli na put kroz moje oči
Crna rupa globusa gde su dani boje noći
Snimci sve govore: klinci od osnovne
Dripci sa lovom, bre, trip sine ovo je
Još jedna priča tebra
Beograd, Srbija, ovde je instant beda
Pa gledam preko leđa kada budem s pičkom
I sjebem ko me vređa pa se čude svi što
Nam nešto smeta, fakat uvek isto
Srbija, Evropa, Balkan - umetničko
Ovde klinac rokne prvi, a ti shvati odmah
Pre gazim mnogo krvi nego čast i obraz
Gledaj da vratiš odma
Pre nego što dam ti otkaz i platim oglas
Daj sve i odmah za dane sive
Predgrađa su lepa, al ne iz moje perspektive

[Refren: Filip Filipi]
Take a journey through my eyes
Take a journey through my eyes

[Strofa 3: Reksona]
Život kiseo ko limun, sine
Pa nisam imun na ribe i limuzine
Svaki izgubljeni minut brine
Iz dubine osećam da kraj blizu mi je
Prođem kroz zemlju, grad, kraj, svi su zmije
Poznat je osećaj taj, oči mi nisu žive
Otkad znam za sebe kad je suvo ljudi kišu kriju
I zato pišem rime, da više dignem
To što sam bliže ne znači da ću da stignem
Naučio da igram igre i da brinem brige
Za svoje spreman da ginem, ovde to tako ide
Jer ceo život nemaš; uzmeš - i svi hoće da vide
Ja se spremam od kad se ortaci lože na ribe
Moj Bože pusti me iz ove kože da idem
Ustvari, nemoj, nek se množe rime
Što oči vide seče ko nož, i loše mi je
Al nema veze još se bijem, što se kriješ?

[Refren: Filip Filipi]
Take a journey through my eyes
Take a journey through my eyes