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Description
Unknown: Ambré
Vocals: Ambré
Mixer, Producer: Jake Crocker
Masterer: Matthew Wolk
Mixer: Rafe Noonan
Vocals: Yonny
Writer: India Perkins
Writer: Jake Crocker
Writer: Yonatan Daniel
Lyrics and translation
Original
Touch, touch on me, on me. So, so much.
Don't you feel, feel?
Help me feel, oh.
Please excuse my dialect of choice. I hope all you hoes rejoice.
This your chance to make some noise. Please excuse my twisted views. I know you a bit confused.
There's just one last thing to do. I'm, I'm,
I'm, I'm. . . Teflon Don, highway speedin' with my rearview gone.
One-way ticket with my eyes to the ceiling. Ain't no better way to describe this feeling.
Ain't no better way that I can describe it. A co-pilot that couldn't handle the mileage.
And I'm flying, directly aiming at Neptune or Jupiter's way, in fact.
Hundred different ways to count your blessings. Lately, prayers ain't been real receptive.
We been changing views like it's effective.
I got different angles, iridescence.
I done spent some days out chasing gold and all the richest bitches I can hold, but if you think you fucking with the GOAT, you done got yourself a ways to go.
Oh me, oh my, I've been gone for some time. Don't stress, I'm fine.
You barely know me, but your eyes like they do.
Ooh, on God, that's why. Don't stress, I'm fine. Oh me. . .
Oh my! Was it colored lenses? It was blinding, blinding.
I just needed some reminding. Do you ever think of me?
'Cause I think about you too much.
I think about you too much. Think about you too.
I know you bother paying your time. Touch, touch on me, so, so much.
Don't -you help me feel, oh. -Oh.
-Oh.
-Oh me, oh my, I've been gone for some -time. -Don't stress, I'm fine.
You barely know me, but your eyes like they do.
Ooh, on God, that's why. Don't stress, I'm fine. Oh me. . .
Oh my!
English translation
Touch, touch on me, on me. So, so much.
Don't you feel, feel?
Help me feel, oh.
Please excuse my dialect of choice. I hope all you hoes rejoice.
This your chance to make some noise. Please excuse my twisted views. I know you a bit confused.
There's just one last thing to do. I'm, I'm,
I'm, I'm. . . Teflon Don, highway speedin' with my rearview gone.
One-way ticket with my eyes to the ceiling. Ain't no better way to describe this feeling.
Ain't no better way that I can describe it. A co-pilot that couldn't handle the mileage.
And I'm flying, directly aiming at Neptune or Jupiter's way, in fact.
Hundred different ways to count your blessings. Lately, prayers ain't been real receptive.
We been changing views like it's effective.
I got different angles, iridescence.
I done spent some days out chasing gold and all the richest bitches I can hold, but if you think you fucking with the GOAT, you done got yourself a ways to go.
Oh me, oh my, I've been gone for some time. Don't stress, I'm fine.
You barely know me, but your eyes like they do.
Ooh, on God, that's why. Don't stress, I'm fine. Oh me. . .
Oh my! Was it colored lenses? It was blinding, blinding.
I just needed some reminding. Do you ever think of me?
'Cause I think about you too much.
I think about you too much. Think about you too.
I know you bother paying your time. Touch, touch on me, so, so much.
Don't -you help me feel, oh. -Oh.
-Oh.
-Oh me, oh my, I've been gone for some -time. -Don't stress, I'm fine.
You barely know me, but your eyes like they do.
Ooh, on God, that's why. Don't stress, I'm fine. Oh me. . .
Oh my!