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Genius English Translations - Mzlff Rnkn Boxes Ft Booker English Translation Lyrics

[Intro: Radik Mukhametzyanov]
Do you see the boxes? Load the boxes
Finish up, you’ll get your boxes
Lose your boxes, still get boxes
Cum in the boxes, you’ll get a kick
Cum in the truck, you’ll score a ten
Break the ten
And don’t mess around all day

[Chorus: Radik Mukhametzyanov]
Boxes, boxes, do you see the boxes, boxes?
Load the boxes, boxes
You’ll get boxes, boxes
I-I-boxes, boxes, do you see the boxes, boxes?
Load the boxes, boxes
You’ll get boxes, boxes

[Verse 1: BOOKER]
Being grown means being dumb, it’s clear as day
Thought the same twenty years ago, still think that way
I slogged at work, lifting all the junk
Thought if it went on like this, I’d be in a funk
Manager made it hurt, just for kicks
I took it as normal, drank vodka for the fix
Monday’s like a splinter under my skin
Yeah, I’m a leather cover, and the world’s pulling me in
Kids I didn’t want, just to settle down
Mortgage on a two-room flat, feels like a clown
A bunch of dull topics to discuss with my peers
I didn’t choose this life; I took a different steer
Respect to the jerk who gave me the boot (Cheney, you’re out)
Now I owe you a slice of this good life, no doubt
From twenty-one on, rap’s been my bread
Between the studio and the bottle, that’s where I’ve tread
[Chorus: Radik Mukhametzyanov]
Boxes, boxes, do you see the boxes, boxes?
Load the boxes, boxes
You’ll get boxes, boxes
I-I-boxes, boxes, do you see the boxes, boxes?
Load the boxes, boxes
You’ll get boxes, boxes
I-I-boxes, boxes, do you see the boxes, boxes?
Load the boxes, boxes
You’ll get boxes, boxes
I-I-boxes, boxes, do you see the boxes, boxes?
Load the boxes, boxes
You’ll get boxes, boxes

[Verse 2: mzlff]
We’ve lived long, and life’s a mess, that’s just how it goes
And all the crap we make, you’ll find it in the prose
Surrounded by the lies from those who can’t get up
Teaching me how to live, perched upon some pup
Pikmi fool, I’m the synonym of respect
Worked my own, screw the game, that’s what I suspect
Where the hell was I for twenty-five years?
Waving my hand around while they chat about their fears
Paradox, walking corpses, blabbering 'bout work
And they’ll tell you what’s true, yeah, a parrot’s just a jerk
Chew and grind the crap to pull the tricks
You can play the game together, but that ain’t my mix
Don’t come near me, you’re not my type
You want the throne, but it barely fits your hype
(Who’s the faggot at my workplace?)
[Chorus: Radik Mukhametzyanov]
Boxes, boxes, do you see the boxes, boxes?
Load the boxes, boxes
You’ll get boxes, boxes
I-I-boxes, boxes, do you see the boxes, boxes?
Load the boxes, boxes
You’ll get boxes, boxes
I-I-boxes, boxes, do you see the boxes, boxes?
Load the boxes, boxes
You’ll get boxes, boxes
I-I-boxes, boxes, do you see the boxes, boxes?
Load the boxes, boxes
You’ll get boxes, boxes