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Description
Love and paranoia are a strange couple. At first, everything sounds soft and gentle, almost like a prayer: gifts, devotion, heart on the palm. But then the picture breaks down - instead of romance, gangster metaphors appear, weapons in the glove compartment and anxiety that doesn't let you breathe.
This music rocks the edge: between the sweetness of ‘sugar love’ and the bitterness of betrayal, between blessings and curses, between the desire to dissolve in feelings and the fear that they will burn you from the inside. In the club, it turns into the soundtrack to a dance on the edge of a knife - beautiful, dangerous and too honest.
Lyrics and translation
Original
You are number one in my heart.
You are number one in my heart.
You are number one in my heart. Number one.
You are number one in my heart.
You are number one in my heart.
You are number one in my heart. Number one. Number one. Number one. Number one.
Number one.
I could fit your love in a honey jar, load it up. Let you hold my pistol in a Hummer truck, load it up.
I might reckon fire if you let me off, let me off. Too much time in traps, I think I'm paranoid.
Problems.
Money is bringing me just problems.
Call from my burner, you burned on me.
Blowing your cover, you turned on me.
No stresses, blessings, it's raining on me.
She can't be out here looking mean to be just funny.
She gotta be actually doing something. She run it up, M's, we're swimming in it.
Fly like the dove when I'm sipping it. Got more in common than commas.
I think she know it, she know it, she know it. Serves up like they graded in Bon Cup.
We split the last like it's pop ups. Love like the cane sugar.
Sweeter than all my lies are. Give me the light, smoking a opp as I look in the sky.
Really a business, selling my feelings and buy back the time.
I'm a material bitch, but I'm losing points over mind. Just give me a lie, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Problems.
Money is bringing me just problems.
Call from my burner, you burned on me.
Blowing your cover, you turned on me.
No stresses, blessings, it's raining on me.
I could fit your love in a honey jar, load it up.
Let you hold my pistol in a Hummer truck, load it up. I might reckon fire if you let me off, let me off.
Too much time in traps, I think I'm paranoid.
-Paranoid. -Paranoid. Paranoid.
Paranoid, paranoid.
Paranoid.
Black out the window, it helps. I'm whipping this whip like a belt.
You bitches is demons for real. I'm looking forward to seeing you fail.
I'm looking forward to capping my wealth. I can't be holding the feeling I felt.
I've been resorting to being aware. I wanna escort some you bitches to hell. You the reason
I've been down, I've been paranoid.
You the reason I've been crying, I've been paranoid.
I'm learning my lesson, oh.
Spiritually, crossing a line. I been in different moods for weeks. Disillusioned, more elusive.
Why bother? What a nuisance, oh. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
I've been paranoid. You the reason I've been crying, I've been paranoid.
You the reason I've been crying, I've been paranoid.
English translation
You are number one in my heart.
You are number one in my heart.
You are number one in my heart. Number one.
You are number one in my heart.
You are number one in my heart.
You are number one in my heart. Number one. Number one. Number one. Number one.
Number one.
I could fit your love in a honey jar, load it up. Let you hold my pistol in a Hummer truck, load it up.
I might reckon fire if you let me off, let me off. Too much time in traps, I think I'm paranoid.
Problems.
Money is bringing me just problems.
Call from my burner, you burned on me.
Blowing your cover, you turned on me.
No stresses, blessings, it's raining on me.
She can't be out here looking mean to be just funny.
She gotta be actually doing something. She run it up, M's, we're swimming in it.
Fly like the dove when I'm sipping it. Got more in common than commas.
I think she know it, she know it, she know it. Serves up like they graded in Bon Cup.
We split the last like it's pop ups. Love like the cane sugar.
Sweeter than all my lies are. Give me the light, smoking a opp as I look in the sky.
Really a business, selling my feelings and buy back the time.
I'm a material bitch, but I'm losing points over mind. Just give me a lie, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Problems.
Money is bringing me just problems.
Call from my burner, you burned on me.
Blowing your cover, you turned on me.
No stresses, blessings, it's raining on me.
I could fit your love in a honey jar, load it up.
Let you hold my pistol in a Hummer truck, load it up. I might reckon fire if you let me off, let me off.
Too much time in traps, I think I'm paranoid.
-Paranoid. -Paranoid. Paranoid.
Paranoid, paranoid.
Paranoid.
Black out the window, it helps. I'm whipping this whip like a belt.
You bitches is demons for real. I'm looking forward to seeing you fail.
I'm looking forward to capping my wealth. I can't be holding the feeling I felt.
I've been resorting to being aware. I wanna escort some you bitches to hell. You the reason
I've been down, I've been paranoid.
You the reason I've been crying, I've been paranoid.
I'm learning my lesson, oh.
Spiritually, crossing a line. I been in different moods for weeks. Disillusioned, more elusive.
Why bother? What a nuisance, oh. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
I've been paranoid. You the reason I've been crying, I've been paranoid.
You the reason I've been crying, I've been paranoid.