More songs by B Young
Description
A night when confidence plays too loudly. The air is thick with the smell of gasoline, sticky promises, and something resembling excitement. Everything is spinning in a familiar circle again: a sip for courage, a glance over the shoulder, music louder than common sense. It seems as if everything has been decided, but in reality, it all depends. It depends on who is nearby, on what is inside, on how long you can keep pretending.
The rhythm is like flashes of neon signs, the light hits your eyes, but your heart still doesn't slow down. There's no time for philosophy here, while life snaps its fingers in time and you rush through the frames as if you were living through the lens. And yes, “here we go again” - but that's the thrill of it: not knowing if it's déjà vu or just another round of high life.
Lyrics and translation
Original
-Yo. -Sade.
-Sade. -Is it the Beamer or the Benz?
Baby, it depends. Two seat in the front and the veto for your friends. Here we go again.
Say you ain't a groupie, girl, you don't have to pretend.
This ain't nothing new, baby, this your only chance. Put down on advance.
We're getting out to feel, girl, this life, it got me numb. Here we go again. Get it how we spend.
Real life filter, baby, living through a lens. High life.
In my bag, baby, prime time.
Cooking up dish for the badmind.
The boy little fish up on the sideline, something in the pipeline, hmm. When the time's right, have to let it bust.
Money and the family I trust.
But you a diamond in the rough. Baby, I can't get enough, yo.
Is it the Beamer or the Benz? Baby, it depends. Two seat in the front and the veto for your friends.
Here we go again. Say you ain't a groupie, girl, you don't have to pretend.
This ain't nothing new, baby, this your only chance. Put down on advance.
We're getting out to feel, girl, this life, it got me numb. Here we go again.
Get it how we spend. Real life filter, baby, living through a lens.
Drink up, yes, you're acting crazy. Don't talk with your mouth full, baby. On top like a mountain.
Round things bouncing. Wet like a fountain, baby. What you heard about?
She ain't on the long talking, give me word of mouth.
Switching lanes, she made a mess up on the roundabout.
But this chain around my neck can help you simmer down before we go another round, baby. Is it the Beamer or the Benz? Baby, it depends.
Two seat in the front and the veto for your friends. Here we go again.
Say you ain't a groupie, girl, you don't have to pretend.
This ain't nothing new, baby, this your only chance. Put down on advance.
We're getting out to feel, girl, this life, it got me numb. Here we go again. Get it how we spend.
Real life filter, baby, living through a lens. Is it the Beamer or the Benz? Baby, it depends.
Two seat in the front and the veto for your friends. Here we go again.
Say you ain't a groupie, girl, you don't have to pretend.
This ain't nothing new, baby, this your only chance. Put down on advance.
We're getting out to feel, girl, this life, it got me numb. Here we go again. Get it how we spend.
Real life filter, baby, living through a lens.