Description
Nostalgia coexists with hooliganism here: the smells of September days mixed with smoke after art school and the habit of pretending that everything is under control. It's funny and a little touching - as if adulthood has arrived, but inside it's still a teenage circus, where instead of serious decisions, they discuss who looks better in the photo and how many doors their dream car has.
Words sound like confessions or excuses: you can love, but only “to go,” so as not to get burned too badly. Light irony, a little confusion, and a lot of energy - all this creates an atmosphere of afternoon laziness with a taste of freedom, where even melancholy sounds light and daring.
Lyrics and translation
Original
September days like I hadn't seen you cry.
I tried my hardest.
Kicking back just after art school, smoking dro acting a fool.
I tried my hardest.
I wonder if you'll be okay.
Wonder if you're secretly gay, and if you are, then that makes two. If you saw how I see you.
Even if you're loving, I will take it to go. Even if you're loving, I will take it to go.
Even if I'm falling, I will take it to go. Even if you're loving, I will take it to go.
I really like the come up, baby. It drive me crazy. Pick me up in the whip, in the Mercedes.
And it could be a four-door, shit, a Tessie maybe. I really like the energy. It's gnarly, baby.
Don't you know your bitch don't like me? She wants war, I quit fighting.
If we're taking pics, then check my lighting.
You're so boring it's scary and frightening. Even if you're loving, I will take it to go.
Even if you're loving, I will take it to go. Even if I'm falling, I will take it to go.
Even if you're loving, I will take it to go.
Even if you're loving, I will take it to go. Even if you're loving, I will take it to go.
Even if I'm falling, I will take it to go. Even if you're loving, I will take it to go.
Drive me crazy. Mercedes. A Tessie maybe.