More songs by Six Dior
Description
It smells like the nineties, when the sun was brighter, the grass was greener, and bills weren't your concern. Now, instead of skipping ropes, there are loans; instead of naive dreams, there is Excel with expenses, but inside, there is still an itching desire to return to that summer when the whole world fit into one doorway. Between the beats, adult fatigue and childish nostalgia slip through: as if the party ended long ago, but someone is still searching their pockets for the remnants of youth. The music sounds like a hangover after a dream - bitter, honest, and a little funny.
Lyrics and translation
Original
You're broke as a joke.
Plus your credit's low, you couldn't pay your telephone.
You're drunk as a skunk.
Foolish at the party then you threw up all your lunch.
Remember back in '95 when they were happy you were alive.
Now you gotta make sure their expenses are all paid on time.
Shift my paradigm. Ooh.
I'm drifting from my innocence, I wanna be a kid again.
Ooh.
I wonder 'bout it sometimes.
Leave the bullshit all behind.
I owe a ton.
Doing lines in the bathroom.
This place is a vacuum,
I can't breathe.
If I could rewind,
I'd live in isolation.
Then LA be vacation, but that's just me.
Remember back in '95 when they were happy you were alive.
Now you gotta make sure their expenses are all paid on time.
Shift my paradigm.
Ooh.
I'm drifting from my innocence, I wanna be a kid again.
Ooh.
I cry about it all the time.
It took away my paradigm. Ooh.
I'm drifting from my innocence, I wanna be a kid again.
Ooh.
I cry about it all the time. It took away my paradigm.
I wrote this when I was broke as a joke. Now I float, now I rise like a rose. Jalen
Rose, Derrick Rose, Gucci flowers in my robe.
I get showered, they throw roses at my feet. Those are flowers I don't keep. No flower, nothing sweet.
Might go vegan, gluten-free, really free. Independent, it's just me and my G's.
Jordan Rose, Bernie Rose, Maui Rose, phony Rose.
Riley Rose, Jose Rose, Sean be rising on these hoes. We'll be rising till the day that I'm dying. This I know, this
I know, this I know.
Yeah, let's take it back.
I remember we were
Kobe and Shaq. Heartbroken, but still intact. In pieces, but still at peace.
Got pieces to keep the peace.
I could tell you I really is Matthew fucking Sean.
I've been rapping since we parked cycles on Mama's lawn.
Calm as ever, now I've seen comments read poems.
Got my palms itching, and that pinky glistening in charm.
Got the ball spinning. I smoke tall trees to relieve stress off tension.
These both white tees, but it might cost different.
This a white tee, but it cost living.
Life's Gucci, the Gucci watch tinted.
I never watch, nigga been known. Matthew fucking Sean.
I've been rapping since we parked cycles on
Mama's lawn
English translation
You're broke as a joke.
Plus your credit's low, you couldn't pay your telephone.
You're drunk as a skunk.
Foolish at the party then you threw up all your lunch.
Remember back in '95 when they were happy you were alive.
Now you gotta make sure their expenses are all paid on time.
Shift my paradigm. Ooh.
I'm drifting from my innocence, I wanna be a kid again.
Ooh.
I wonder 'bout it sometimes.
Leave the bullshit all behind.
I owe a ton.
Doing lines in the bathroom.
This place is a vacuum,
I can't breathe.
If I could rewind,
I'd live in isolation.
Then LA be vacation, but that's just me.
Remember back in '95 when they were happy you were alive.
Now you gotta make sure their expenses are all paid on time.
Shift my paradigm.
Ooh.
I'm drifting from my innocence, I wanna be a kid again.
Ooh.
I cry about it all the time.
It took away my paradigm. Ooh.
I'm drifting from my innocence, I wanna be a kid again.
Ooh.
I cry about it all the time. It took away my paradigm.
I wrote this when I was broke as a joke. Now I float, now I rise like a rose. Jalen
Rose, Derrick Rose, Gucci flowers in my robe.
I get showered, they throw roses at my feet. Those are flowers I don't keep. No flower, nothing sweet.
Might go vegan, gluten-free, really free. Independent, it's just me and my G's.
Jordan Rose, Bernie Rose, Maui Rose, phony Rose.
Riley Rose, Jose Rose, Sean be rising on these hoes. We'll be rising till the day that I'm dying. This I know, this
I know, this I know.
Yeah, let's take it back.
I remember we were
Kobe and Shaq. Heartbroken, but still intact. In pieces, but still at peace.
Got pieces to keep the peace.
I could tell you I really is Matthew fucking Sean.
I've been rapping since we parked cycles on Mama's lawn.
Calm as ever, now I've seen comments read poems.
Got my palms itching, and that pinky glistening in charm.
Got the ball spinning. I smoke tall trees to relieve stress off tension.
These both white tees, but it might cost different.
This a white tee, but it cost living.
Life's Gucci, the Gucci watch tinted.
I never watch, nigga been known. Matthew fucking Sean.
I've been rapping since we parked cycles on
Mama's lawn