More songs by Saam Sultan
Description
Vocalist, producer, composer. Text by: Saam Sultan Producer: Al Shuks Producer: Ji Wolf
Lyrics and translation
Original
Yeah,
I get the feeling now I'm,
I'm gone forever.
-Forever. -Eternal bounding.
-Bounding. -Found my own leather.
-Leather.
-I'm rocking Margielas with the patent -leather. My chain is made of chrome. -Chrome.
-Your chain is light as feathers. -Feathers.
I did this on my own. Tell me who did it better. You man stare at your phones.
I'm staring at it better. I gave that hoe my sweater, and now she won't go home.
I guess it's real life. The fear of getting old. We young and full of soul.
-Soul. -You old and full of dough.
Tell them man brighten up, if not, Seoul town finna knock him cold. This bitch got attitude.
-Attitude. -She kicking down my door.
She sweet and -full of flavor, so I hit it raw. -Raw.
I love dark women, flexible who touch their toes.
My mom said, "Don't be vulgar. " Can't promise nothing long. Touch down in LAX, soon I'll be in Vogue.
Rocking pearls with the tux, soon I'll buy my jewels.
They tell me I'm the shit, say generational. I take the compliment, but in this universe, it's small.
Life's a dangerous game where everything comes equal measures.
Calculate the game and make it even better.
Calculate the game and make it even better.
So far from, far.
So far from, so far from.
So, so far.
Far.
I feel so far, far gone.
Yeah, my body's feeling numb.
Yeah, I feel like I'm out on 'em.
Fuck these hoes from the outbreak. I don't know where I'm going right now.
I don't know. I don't know. Swerve, living hard. Swerve, out of control.
I don't know if I'll find some love, but I really wanna find someone.
These hoes gotta find their soul. These hoes gotta find their soul.