More songs by Dominic Fike
Description
The sarcastic dance of exhaustion: when your feet are bloodied, but inside you still feel the rhythm that compels you to keep moving forward. It's funny and sad at the same time - like laughing at a joke that's actually about pain. The voices around you are noisy with their ‘blah-blah-blah,’ demanding that you conform, but in the end, all that's left is this trampling in circles and a strange relief that you can cry a little to the music.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Hey, ho, woah, woah, woah
Hey, hey, ha, ah-ah, ah-ah
Yeah
I like to think about the aftermath
When everybody in the world walks just like this
Man, you have to laugh
Ha, ha
I'd like to dedicate this to myself
When everybody in the world talks just like this
You don't have no one else
Blah, blah, blah
And when I think about you, bless your heart
With everybody on your back, tryna tell you how to act, so you dress the part
Ha, ha
I only think about you half the time
We get to bringing up the past I be running out of laughs and I have to cry
Cry
My feet, both my feet, both hurt
From walking away
Feet, both, my feet, both hurt
From walking away
English translation
Hey, ho, woah, woah, woah
Hey, hey, ha, ah-ah, ah-ah
Yeah
I like to think about the aftermath
When everybody in the world walks just like this
Man, you have to laugh
Ha, ha
I'd like to dedicate this to myself
When everybody in the world talks just like this
You don't have no one else
Blah, blah, blah
And when I think about you, bless your heart
With everybody on your back, tryna tell you how to act, so you dress the part
Ha, ha
I only think about you half the time
We get to bringing up the past I be running out of laughs and I have to cry
Cry
My feet, both my feet, both hurt
From walking away
Feet, both, my feet, both hurt
From walking away