More songs by キャンディーズ
Description
The melody is like a warm sea breeze: no words, no explanations, just sound that dissolves all unnecessary thoughts. It rolls like waves on the shore - softly at first, then louder and louder, captivating you to the tips of your fingers.
There is no story in the literal sense, but there is a feeling. It's like when you're sitting in an unfamiliar city by a hotel window, listening to the hum of the street, and suddenly everything around you becomes one piece of music. Each ‘woo-hoo’ is like a light wink: nothing complicated, just life laughing and nodding in time to the beat.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Yeah
Hand me my wine glass baby I'ma drink up to this
Let me get my lighter let me light up a candle real quick
Yeah
Yeah
Enjoy the view
Ocean drive shit
Wrote this on a plane I'm flying over Chattanooga
Smoking on cigars that came imported straight from Cuba
Jet ski in Miami gotta watch for barracudas, yeah
In my feelings watching ocean waves
She wanna wrestle in sheets I feel like Roman Reigns uh
This the life I prayed for this is wanted
And I see your girl like all the time just not in public, yeah
And word to angels up above me
Always working overtime that's why you can't touch me
Even girls that don't be mine tell me that they love me
We be fighting all the time that's cause they can't trust me
And blame the city, I'm a product of it
Im with a chick so bad that she could be on Prada covers
I got some ties so bad that I would make her proud to cut it
Martini glasses by the sand baby you gotta love it, yeah
Wine glass clinks making the sounds of my accomplishments
I got trust and love for every one of my accomplices but I can't hand out compliments
But I need all of their acknowledgment
I gotta keep an eye for counterfeits
She wanna argue at the crib, no time to count her fits
Baby I know that I'm not your only one
But my city makes me feel like I'm the chosen one
English translation
Yeah
Hand me my wine glass baby I'ma drink up to this
Let me get my lighter let me light up a candle real quick
Yeah
Yeah
Enjoy the view
Ocean drive shit
Wrote this on a plane I'm flying over Chattanooga
Smoking on cigars that came imported straight from Cuba
Jet ski in Miami gotta watch for barracudas, yeah
In my feelings watching ocean waves
She wanna wrestle in sheets I feel like Roman Reigns uh
This the life I prayed for this is wanted
And I see your girl like all the time just not in public, yeah
And word to angels up above me
Always working overtime that's why you can't touch me
Even girls that don't be mine tell me that they love me
We be fighting all the time that's cause they can't trust me
And blame the city, I'm a product of it
Im with a chick so bad that she could be on Prada covers
I got some ties so bad that I would make her proud to cut it
Martini glasses by the sand baby you gotta love it, yeah
Wine glass clinks making the sounds of my accomplishments
I got trust and love for every one of my accomplices but I can't hand out compliments
But I need all of their acknowledgment
I gotta keep an eye for counterfeits
She wanna argue at the crib, no time to count her fits
Baby I know that I'm not your only one
But my city makes me feel like I'm the chosen one