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More songs by Ironmouse
Description
A telephone line where flirting, beats and self-irony replace complaints. Everything pulsates, rings, and shimmers, as if the world has become a party without a schedule or moral code. Here, even the numbers in the phone number sound like a call to adventure, and the dollar in the name is not a symbol of greed, but simply a lifestyle: bold, brilliant, a little absurd, but damn confident.
This is the sound of those who live between meme and manifesto, laugh at everything, including themselves, and ask for only one thing: don't spoil the fun. Because life is too short not to answer calls marked ‘for a good time.’
Lyrics and translation
Original
Still on that one-eight hundred. Hit me up for a good time.
My shit bunk, still it push me out of line. You can't spell my name without the dollar sign.
Rainbow money, take whatever, yes, I'm colorblind.
One-eight-zero-zero. He's so handsome, he's my hero. One-eight-zero-zero.
-It's that one-eight hundred, hit my line. -One-eight-zero-zero.
He's so handsome, -he's my hero. One-eight-zero-zero. -Let me one-eight hundred blow your mind.
Eight wheels in the front, they some big toys.
Twenty-twenty-five is the year of the it boy. Got a little money, yeah, got a little Bitcoin.
She-she-she-she making me real coy. Never stoop too low, I don't sip Dunkin'.
Quite nice top, I ain't talking no muffin. On a first date, say trauma dumping.
Blah, blah, blah, like something something. One pump, two pump, three pump.
Way she working that shit, she left me comatose. Three plus six, that's nine.
This baby ain't talking about tic-tac-toe.
She a little freak, I guess I'm an animal. E-R-E-R-E, he snapping like Cardinal Joe.
Don't fuck this shit up for me. Don't fuck this shit up for me.
Don't fuck this shit up for me. Please, please, please, please.
Don't fuck this shit up for me. Don't fuck this shit up for me. Don't fuck this shit up for me.
Please, please. Still on that one-eight hundred. Hit me up for a good time.
My shit bunk, still it push me out of line. You can't spell my name without the dollar sign.
Rainbow money, take whatever, yes, I'm colorblind.
One-eight-zero-zero. He's so handsome, he's my hero. One-eight-zero-zero.
-It's that one-eight hundred, hit my line. -One-eight-zero-zero.
He's so handsome, he's my hero. One-eight-zero-zero.
Let me one-eight hundred blow your mind.
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick.
Yeah, thick real deadly, do little damage. Got like twenty children, Nick Cannon.
Foot unsexy, smack like sandwich. Hit a double three, she ride tandem. Not good
DNA. Shawty fake, got TNA. I make her lose, no POA. Ain't busting quick, no ETA.
It's either she or maybe her. I cannot pick, pick, pick, pick, pick.
I got that rolly polly olly. It go tick, tick, tick, tick, tick.
I'm at the nino playing blackjack, always hit, hit, hit, hit, hit.
If baby broke, he's only doing it for that bit, bit, bit, bit, bit.
Don't fuck this shit up for me. Don't fuck this shit up for me.
Don't fuck this shit up for me. Please, please, please, please.
Don't fuck this shit up for me. Don't fuck this shit up for me. Don't fuck this shit up for me.
Please, please.
Still on that one-eight hundred. Hit me up for a good time.
My shit bunk, still it push me out of line. You can't spell my name without the dollar sign.
Rainbow money, take whatever, yes, I'm colorblind.
One-eight-zero-zero. He's so handsome, he's my hero. One-eight-zero-zero.
-It's that one-eight hundred, hit my line. -One-eight-zero-zero.
He's so handsome, -he's my hero. One-eight-zero-zero. -Let me one-eight hundred blow your mind.
English translation
Still on that one-eight hundred. Hit me up for a good time.
My shit bunk, still it push me out of line. You can't spell my name without the dollar sign.
Rainbow money, take whatever, yes, I'm colorblind.
One-eight-zero-zero. He's so handsome, he's my hero. One-eight-zero-zero.
-It's that one-eight hundred, hit my line. -One-eight-zero-zero.
He's so handsome, -he's my hero. One-eight-zero-zero. -Let me one-eight hundred blow your mind.
Eight wheels in the front, they some big toys.
Twenty-twenty-five is the year of the it boy. Got a little money, yeah, got a little Bitcoin.
She-she-she-she making me real coy. Never stoop too low, I don't sip Dunkin'.
Quite nice top, I ain't talking no muffin. On a first date, say trauma dumping.
Blah, blah, blah, like something something. One pump, two pump, three pump.
Way she working that shit, she left me comatose. Three plus six, that's nine.
This baby ain't talking about tic-tac-toe.
She a little freak, I guess I'm an animal. E-R-E-R-E, he snapping like Cardinal Joe.
Don't fuck this shit up for me. Don't fuck this shit up for me.
Don't fuck this shit up for me. Please, please, please, please.
Don't fuck this shit up for me. Don't fuck this shit up for me. Don't fuck this shit up for me.
Please, please. Still on that one-eight hundred. Hit me up for a good time.
My shit bunk, still it push me out of line. You can't spell my name without the dollar sign.
Rainbow money, take whatever, yes, I'm colorblind.
One-eight-zero-zero. He's so handsome, he's my hero. One-eight-zero-zero.
-It's that one-eight hundred, hit my line. -One-eight-zero-zero.
He's so handsome, he's my hero. One-eight-zero-zero.
Let me one-eight hundred blow your mind.
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick.
Yeah, thick real deadly, do little damage. Got like twenty children, Nick Cannon.
Foot unsexy, smack like sandwich. Hit a double three, she ride tandem. Not good
DNA. Shawty fake, got TNA. I make her lose, no POA. Ain't busting quick, no ETA.
It's either she or maybe her. I cannot pick, pick, pick, pick, pick.
I got that rolly polly olly. It go tick, tick, tick, tick, tick.
I'm at the nino playing blackjack, always hit, hit, hit, hit, hit.
If baby broke, he's only doing it for that bit, bit, bit, bit, bit.
Don't fuck this shit up for me. Don't fuck this shit up for me.
Don't fuck this shit up for me. Please, please, please, please.
Don't fuck this shit up for me. Don't fuck this shit up for me. Don't fuck this shit up for me.
Please, please.
Still on that one-eight hundred. Hit me up for a good time.
My shit bunk, still it push me out of line. You can't spell my name without the dollar sign.
Rainbow money, take whatever, yes, I'm colorblind.
One-eight-zero-zero. He's so handsome, he's my hero. One-eight-zero-zero.
-It's that one-eight hundred, hit my line. -One-eight-zero-zero.
He's so handsome, -he's my hero. One-eight-zero-zero. -Let me one-eight hundred blow your mind.