More songs by BAK Jay
Description
The pulsating beat seems to be knocking in your temples - not from dancing, but from anxiety. The words cut into the air like ragged confessions: they seem to be about love, but it turns out to be about mistrust, about wounds that are carried under the skin and are not shown to anyone. It’s funny, of course, that all this happens to the music, from which one usually expects a club drive, but here the club seems to be inside the heart, with a neon sign “don’t leave.”
He seems tough, with his “toys” and street bravado, but he sounds like a man who is afraid of being alone. Each line contains this strange mixture of bravado and request: don’t lie, don’t leave, give me a chance. It turns out to be a track paradox: it shakes the body, but touches the very places that are usually hidden behind the back.
Lyrics and translation
Original
(Pavlo, you made another one)
For your love, I'd do anything
Love, do anything
For your love, do anything
Ay, for your love
For your love, I'd do anything, why would I fuck up?
Can't put trust in a lotta things, but need you to be one
Always say she done, but knowin' she ain't done
I play 'round with my gun, she pourin' shots for fun
Don't ask me 'bout no other bitch when you right by my side (you right by my side)
I'm tryna keep up with you, but you can't keep tellin' lies (you can't keep tellin' lies)
Like, oh Lord, just let it ride, you get ignored, I press decline
I'm all at home when these niggas dyin', been on my own, it ain't no cryin'
I know I'm wrong a lotta times, but I be tryin', you gotta give me that
Girl, I do this shit in real life, like fuck the internet (fuck the internet)
Let me know somethin', it don't feel right, promise I understand (promise I understand)
Know I lost her, had to find true love and I start countin' bands
Fuck these niggas, I don't like 'em, can't even pay me to be their friend
And lil' bro found another striker, doin' as much hits as he can
They talked tough when I was in that can, I'm home and ain't heard shit again (I'm home, and they heard shit again)
Day-to-day, we spinnin' shit, treat his block like ceilin' fans (frrt, frrt)
Bae, don't trip, know she a fan (know she a fan), miss your call, I'll call again (call again)
I'm a dawg straight out the pen', give me your all, I'll let you in (I'll let you in)
Yeah, scar from all this pain, I got my past ain't right (past ain't right)
I ain't really tryna fight, you can get past that, right?
I used to pull up in that Nissan (pull up in that Nissan)
Why the fuck they only call me whenever they need somethin'? (They need somethin')
She been outside all week, ain't tryna see her (see her)
She been outside all week
For your love, I'd do anything, why would I fuck up? (Why would I fuck up?)
Can't put trust in a lotta things, but need you to be one (but need you to be one)
Always say she done, but knowin' she ain't done (she ain't done)
I play 'round with my gun, she pourin' shots for fun (fun)
Don't ask me 'bout no other bitch when you right by my side
I'm tryna keep up with you, but you can't keep tellin' lies (keep tellin' lies)
Like, oh Lord, ju' let it ride, you get ignored, I press decline
I'm all at home when these niggas dyin', been on my own, it ain't no cryin' (cryin')
It's alright, get ignored, I press decline
Yeah, for your love, yeah, for your love
For your love