More songs by Chuckyy
Description
The roar of the engine, the sticky sweetness of a glass, and the eternal feeling that the world is living in fast forward. Here, every frame is sharp: missed flights, fans in the mall, girls from “close friends,” and too much cash to fit in your pockets. Everything mixes together - laziness, thirst for money, noisy cars, and that street wisdom: keep quiet, or you'll become the news yourself. The music seems to drift across the asphalt - it breaks, it skids, but it still rushes forward, because slowing down is simply not an option here.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Drop an eight in my soda, over eat, I'm in her close friends