NEUROSES (English Translation) Lyrics – Alee & Klisman

[Intro]
(Bahia, you are so hot, ha-ha)
Hey man, hey man —
What’s up, Saboya? Drop that beat, bro.
Shit’s about to get sinister.

[Chorus: Alee]
Adult debauchery —
I’m riding a crazy wave.
A bullet for the snitch — my AK’s on mute.
Fucking my bitch, I reserved a blue grotto.
Oh, oh‑oh‑oh —
I remember the past like it was today.
Oh, oh‑oh‑oh —
You can’t find a real soul connection nowadays.

[Verse 1: Alee]
Only seeing is believing.
Even I don’t understand myself — imagine you.
I don’t get you either, and fuck it — I want you naked.
While I burn some green.
Don’t be like Adam — never lose yourself over pussy.
I rolled it in the paper; now we hold the apple in our hands.
And she’s into it — I write some lyrics.
I’ll eat you on Friday, but I won’t give you my heart.

[Bridge: Klisman]
These neuroses keep me alive.
And this hash leaves me more tranquil.
Family has nothing to do with blood — I say it straight.
The questions come after we pull the trigger.
These neuroses keep me alive.
And this hash leaves me more tranquil.
Family has nothing to do with blood — I say it straight.
If you plant a slip‑up, you’ll harvest an enemy.

[Verse 2: Klisman]
The streets smell like blood — my bro pops champagne.
Before putting silicone in that bitch, my nigga, I help my mother.
Groove in the bitch inside the BMW.
She’s a model, came from abroad — she’s pissed at Alee.
Two young Black men making money, making playboys bite themselves with jealousy.
My middle finger to this government that only wants to see Black people die.
KL in a good fuckfest with the blonde Black girl.
While bullets fly — this life is gonna kill me.
Smoking the good stuff — may God forgive me.
Prayers echo — it’s chaos in the CH.

[Chorus: Alee]
Adult debauchery —
I’m riding a crazy wave.
Bullet for the snitch — my AK’s on mute.
Fucking my bitch, I reserved a blue grotto.
Oh, oh‑oh‑oh —
I remember the past like it was today.
Oh, oh‑oh‑oh —
You can’t find a real soul connection nowadays.

📖 Lyrics Meaning

This song is a raw, unapologetic portrait of hedonism, street survival, and disillusionment with modern relationships. The artists blend themes of violence, sex, drug use, and materialism with moments of reflection on family, government neglect, and emotional emptiness.

Key themes:

1. Adult debauchery – The title and chorus refer to a lifestyle of excess: casual sex, drugs (marijuana, hash), weapons, and reckless spending (“blue grotto” – a luxurious, private setting). It’s presented without moral judgment.

2. Loss of soul connection – The repeated line “You can’t find a real soul connection nowadays” reveals a deep loneliness beneath the bravado. Physical intimacy is easy; emotional intimacy is impossible.

3. Distrust and betrayal – “Bullet for the snitch” shows paranoia about informants. “If you plant a slip‑up, you’ll harvest an enemy” means mistakes or betrayals create lasting enemies.

4. Self‑alienation – “Even I don’t understand myself, imagine you” expresses identity confusion. The speaker is lost in his own contradictions.

5. Family redefined – “Family has nothing to do with blood” suggests loyalty is earned through actions, not birth. Helping his mother is mentioned positively, contrasting with violence toward outsiders.

6. Government and race – “My middle finger to this government that only wants to see Black people die” is a direct political statement about systemic racism and police violence. The “streets smell like blood” reinforces daily danger.

7. Neuroses and numbing – The bridge says “neuroses keep me alive” (anxiety fuels survival) while “hash leaves me more tranquil” (drugs as self‑medication). This tension between alertness and escape is central.

8. Material success with emotional walls – He refuses to give his heart (“I’ll eat you on Friday, but I won’t give you my heart”). Sex is transactional; love is avoided.