More songs by fakemink
Description
Night streets, silence, and the hum in my head louder than any bass. Sleep has long since retired, replaced by an endless stream of thoughts, cheques, and phone calls that are easier to ignore. Everything around seems to fall apart into pages that you want to burn rather than reread. The music sounds like a soundtrack for those who are still flying forward at five in the morning - tired, angry, but ridiculously alive.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Touchless like braces. Loose leaf up, two blunts, I pace 'em.
Walk in the club, dip out, no traces. Givenchy, see you got laces. Fuck these pages, I make bread, they hate it.
Daily payments.
No, I don't wait up for nobody, but I swear that I ain't impatient.
Touchless like braces. Loose leaf up, two blunts, I pace 'em.
Walk in the club, dip out, no traces. Givenchy, see you got laces.
Fuck these pages, I make bread, they hate it. Daily payments.
No, I don't wait up for nobody, but I swear that I ain't impatient. Don't pick up, they callin'. In the bity, I'm busy ballin'.
No sleep, ain't snorin'. 5 AM and I'm still pourin'.
Fresh to death, I'm haunted. I went shoppin', saw it, bought it. Can't handle change, it's roarin'.
Late night flight, red eye, I'm soarin'. Feel like Pain, shoes got pink.
Feel like you on one, but you ain't. I'm so cool like after eight.
It's ten out of ten, link after eight. She wan' come my way. Call me Minks, she know my name.
Can't die for fame. Turn that cheek, can't see my face.
Touchless like braces. Loose leaf up, two blunts, I pace 'em.
Walk in the club, dip out, no traces. Givenchy, see you got laces.
Fuck these pages, I make bread, they hate it. Daily payments.
No, I don't wait up for nobody, but I swear that I ain't impatient. Touchless like braces. Loose leaf up, two blunts, I pace 'em.
Walk in the club, dip out, no traces. Givenchy, see you got laces.
Fuck these pages, I make bread, they hate it. Daily payments.
No, I don't wait up for nobody, but I swear that I ain't impatient.
English translation
Touchless like braces. Loose leaf up, two blunts, I pace 'em.
Walk in the club, dip out, no traces. Givenchy, see you got laces. Fuck these pages, I make bread, they hate it.
Daily payments.
No, I don't wait up for nobody, but I swear that I ain't impatient.
Touchless like braces. Loose leaf up, two blunts, I pace 'em.
Walk in the club, dip out, no traces. Givenchy, see you got laces.
Fuck these pages, I make bread, they hate it. Daily payments.
No, I don't wait up for nobody, but I swear that I ain't impatient. Don't pick up, they callin'. In the bity, I'm busy ballin'.
No sleep, ain't snorin'. 5 AM and I'm still pourin'.
Fresh to death, I'm haunted. I went shoppin', saw it, bought it. Can't handle change, it's roarin'.
Late night flight, red eye, I'm soarin'. Feel like Pain, shoes got pink.
Feel like you on one, but you ain't. I'm so cool like after eight.
It's ten out of ten, link after eight. She wan' come my way. Call me Minks, she know my name.
Can't die for fame. Turn that cheek, can't see my face.
Touchless like braces. Loose leaf up, two blunts, I pace 'em.
Walk in the club, dip out, no traces. Givenchy, see you got laces.
Fuck these pages, I make bread, they hate it. Daily payments.
No, I don't wait up for nobody, but I swear that I ain't impatient. Touchless like braces. Loose leaf up, two blunts, I pace 'em.
Walk in the club, dip out, no traces. Givenchy, see you got laces.
Fuck these pages, I make bread, they hate it. Daily payments.
No, I don't wait up for nobody, but I swear that I ain't impatient.