More songs by Kai Angel
Description
Night-time chemistry, where tequila mixes with silly laughter, cracks in the floor and a speaker that's too loud. Dancing looks like therapy, scars like accessories, and feelings carry the same bold aesthetic as the neon signs outside the club. Everything seems chaotic, but the rhythm is so addictive that even pain becomes an ornament and insomnia becomes a soundtrack.
Composer: Stepan Vyacheslavovich Kononenko.
Composer: Nikita Vladimirovich Zvorygin
Composer: Sergey Alexandrovich Morozov
Composer: Matvey Nikolaevich Shalnev
Lyricist: Dmitry Itskov
Lyrics and translation
Original
Thank you, thank you for the scars. I will never forget it.
All the in your arms is a cool aesthetic. Huh, I'm a slave to the rhythm, to the rhythm of your hips.
To the rhythm of your hair, I think I wanna keep.
You move so naive to this Gucci Mane song. Every night 'til like five, you keep staying on.
You're pretty in pretty much every color, never going wrong. I made you a song. I, I, I made you a song.
Uh, uh, don't go. You'll make the night so cold. Tequila and to OD.
Making cracks on the floor.
maybe I don't open up the door. Just admit to each other who we are.
Shooting stars, shooting stars. They act just like you, they all false.
Yeah, я люблю тебя, прямо сейчас. Но у тебя пять зубов, и it's filling my jaws.
Thank you, thank you for the scars. I will never forget it. All the in your arms is a cool aesthetic. Huh,
I'm a slave to the rhythm, to the rhythm of your hips. To the rhythm of your hair,
I think I wanna keep. You move so naive to this Gucci Mane song.
Every night 'til like five, you keep staying on.
You're pretty in pretty much every color, never going wrong. I made you a song. I, I, I made you a song.
English translation
Thank you, thank you for the scars. I will never forget it.
All the in your arms is a cool aesthetic. Huh, I'm a slave to the rhythm, to the rhythm of your hips.
To the rhythm of your hair, I think I wanna keep.
You move so naive to this Gucci Mane song. Every night 'til like five, you keep staying on.
You're pretty in pretty much every color, never going wrong. I made you a song. I, I, I made you a song.
Uh, uh, don't go. You'll make the night so cold. Tequila and to OD.
Making cracks on the floor.
maybe I don't open up the door. Just admit to each other who we are.
Shooting stars, shooting stars. They act just like you, they all false.
Yeah, я люблю тебя, прямо сейчас. Но у тебя пять зубов, и it's filling my jaws.
Thank you, thank you for the scars. I will never forget it. All the in your arms is a cool aesthetic. Huh,
I'm a slave to the rhythm, to the rhythm of your hips. To the rhythm of your hair,
I think I wanna keep. You move so naive to this Gucci Mane song.
Every night 'til like five, you keep staying on.
You're pretty in pretty much every color, never going wrong. I made you a song. I, I, I made you a song.