More songs by MIKOLAS
Description
It smells of expensive coffee, fresh sneakers, and a tiredness that even sleep can't fix. A world where every line is like a progress report, but with glitter. Where they used to dream, they now plan; where "survive" has been replaced by "make it beautiful." Everything around is crackling with success - from the perfectly ironed seams to the receipts that smell of possibilities. But between the lines, a familiar spark shines thru: that same fire that doesn't fade, even with bags under your eyes from 10-hour flights. Someone has finally learned to turn burnout into a style.
Lyrics and translation
Original
I've been up late sorting these dividends. Grounds to the Ritz is my residence.
Rough start, now I'm right in my element.
Flying New York and I'm spending presidents. Bad one, wanna bring her friend again. Cool, bring ten of 'em.
She give good brain, intelligence. Cobain, I lost my head again.
I've been up late, still full battery. Didn't come home, oh, my girlfriend's mad at me.
Might hate me, but she loves the celery. Living my dream, it became a reality.
Used to do coke and caviar. Now she on hummus and celery. Used to watch my cellular.
Now she's watching calories. Yeah, yeah. Go so hard and I flow so mean. New gums and some Azeline.
Grow mars, dripping on me. Step too clean for the one-time beans. Yeah.
Let there be no doubt. No handout, had to make it out. Yeah. Never chase no clout.
Cook up in the booth and we all eat now. Yo. She want to one-two step. Folks wanna know when
I'm making that bread. We ain't making bets.
Ten-hour flight, need a jet with a bed, you bet. It's a form, not a flex.
One sec, bro, gotta run through checks, check. Showtime, no prep. Ten on my wrist, tens on the deck, blessed.
And I'm fresh to death, I'm global. International, I'm coastal. DND, I'm antisocial.
Sweet one stopped me for a photo. I make them crazy, they go loco.
I've been training in the dojo. Know me in Tokyo, Kyoto. Making dough, I made a boatload.
Go so hard and I flow so mean. New gums and some Azeline. Grow mars, dripping on me.
Step too clean for the one-time beans. Yeah. Let there be no doubt. No handout, had to make it out.
Yeah. Never chase no clout. Cook up in the booth and we all eat now.