More songs by Lana Del Rey
Description
Additionalproducer, Vocalist, Composer Lyricist: Lana Del Rey
Producer: Zachary Dawes
Engineer: John Congleton
Engineer: Dean Reid
Engineer: Kieron Menzies
Recording Second Engineer: Nicolas Jodoin
Recording Second Engineer: Travis Pavur
Mixing Engineer: Jack Antonoff
Mixing Engineer: Laura Sisk
Mastering Engineer: Adam Ayan
Composer Lyricist: Zachary Edwin Dawes
Lyrics and translation
Original
One, two, three, four.
You don't ever have to be stronger than you really are when you're lying in my arms.
Baby, you don't ever have to go faster than your fastest pace or faster than my fastest cars.
I shouldn't have done it, but I read it in your letter.
You said to a friend that you wish you were doing better.
I wanted to reach out, but I never said a thing.
I shouldn't have done it, but I read it in your letter.
You said to a friend that you wish you were doing better.
I wanted to call you, but I didn't say a thing. Two, three, four. Oh,
I'll pick you up.
If you come back to America, just hit me up.
'Cause this is crazy love. I'll catch you on the flip side.
If you come back to California, you should just hit me up.
We'll do whatever you want, travel wherever, how far.
We'll hit up all the old places. We'll have a party.
We'll dance 'til dawn.
I'll pick up all of your Vogues and all of your Rolling Stones, your favorite liquor off the top shelf.
I'll throw a party all night long.
You don't ever have to be stronger than you really are when you're lying in my arms.
And, honey, you don't ever have to act cooler than you think you should.
You're brighter than the brightest stars.
You're scared to win, scared to lose.
I heard the war was over if you really choose.
The one in and around you.
You hate the heat, you've got the blues.
Changing like the weather, oh, that's so like you.
The Santa Ana moves you.
Three, four. Oh,
I'll pick you up.
If you come back to America, just hit me up.
'Cause this is crazy love. I'll catch you on the flip side.
If you come back to California, you should just hit me up.
We'll do whatever you want, travel wherever, how far. We'll hit up all the old places.
We'll have a party.
We'll dance 'til dawn.
I'll pick up all of your Vogues and all of your Rolling Stones, your favorite liquor off the top shelf.
I'll throw a party all night long.
Oh,
I'll pick you up. If you come back to
America, just hit me up.
'Cause this is crazy love. I'll catch you on the flip side.
If you come back to California, you should just hit me up.
English translation
One, two, three, four.
You don't ever have to be stronger than you really are when you're lying in my arms.
Baby, you don't ever have to go faster than your fastest pace or faster than my fastest cars.
I shouldn't have done it, but I read it in your letter.
You said to a friend that you wish you were doing better.
I wanted to reach out, but I never said a thing.
I shouldn't have done it, but I read it in your letter.
You said to a friend that you wish you were doing better.
I wanted to call you, but I didn't say a thing. Two, three, four. Oh,
I'll pick you up.
If you come back to America, just hit me up.
'Cause this is crazy love. I'll catch you on the flip side.
If you come back to California, you should just hit me up.
We'll do whatever you want, travel wherever, how far.
We'll hit up all the old places. We'll have a party.
We'll dance 'til dawn.
I'll pick up all of your Vogues and all of your Rolling Stones, your favorite liquor off the top shelf.
I'll throw a party all night long.
You don't ever have to be stronger than you really are when you're lying in my arms.
And, honey, you don't ever have to act cooler than you think you should.
You're brighter than the brightest stars.
You're scared to win, scared to lose.
I heard the war was over if you really choose.
The one in and around you.
You hate the heat, you've got the blues.
Changing like the weather, oh, that's so like you.
The Santa Ana moves you.
Three, four. Oh,
I'll pick you up.
If you come back to America, just hit me up.
'Cause this is crazy love. I'll catch you on the flip side.
If you come back to California, you should just hit me up.
We'll do whatever you want, travel wherever, how far. We'll hit up all the old places.
We'll have a party.
We'll dance 'til dawn.
I'll pick up all of your Vogues and all of your Rolling Stones, your favorite liquor off the top shelf.
I'll throw a party all night long.
Oh,
I'll pick you up. If you come back to
America, just hit me up.
'Cause this is crazy love. I'll catch you on the flip side.
If you come back to California, you should just hit me up.