More songs by FILLY
Description
Producer, Composer Lyricist: atlgrandma
Vocalist: FILLY
Vocalist: The Teenagers
Mixing Engineer: Lars Stalfors
Mastering Engineer: John Greenham
Mastering Second Engineer: Tess Greenham
Composer Lyricist, Drumprogrammer: Johannes Madl
Composer Lyricist: Julia Breit
Composer Lyricist: Tobias Kuhn
Composer Lyricist: Quentin Delafon
Lyrics and translation
Original
So last night, I was sitting in this girl's basement.
We were high on ketamine, smoking a joint I found in the kitchen drawer.
She had kinda strict parents, but they were gone on vacation, so we had the whole house to ourselves.
You and I got a good thing going. I'll take us to the grave, we can worry in the morning.
Push the frame, let me know you really want it. Work me hard till
I. . .
Oh my God, he's serious.
Oh, oh.
Tell me why I feel like this. Oh, oh.
Oh my God, he's serious. Oh, oh.
Tell me why I feel like this.
Her bush was peeking through her thong, and the tattoo on her leg reminded me of this drawing by a Viennese artist. I noticed a postcard on the table, and when
I looked a little closer, I realized she had a boyfriend taking a gap year in
Thailand. Oh, oh.
Oh my God, he's serious. Oh, oh.
Tell me why I feel like this. Oh, oh.
Oh my God, he's serious. Oh, oh.
Tell me why I feel like this. I gotta know. She's gotta know.
Tell me why I feel like this. You and I got a good thing going.
I'll take us to the grave, we can worry in the morning.
Push the frame, let me know you really want it. Work me hard till I. . .
Oh my God, he's serious.
Oh, oh.
-Tell me why I feel like this. -Hey, what's up?
I haven't heard from you in a while. Everything all right?
By the way, who is this girl you posted, and why is she wearing my T-shirt?
Anyways, Thailand is fucking gorgeous, just like you. Call me!
English translation
So last night, I was sitting in this girl's basement.
We were high on ketamine, smoking a joint I found in the kitchen drawer.
She had kinda strict parents, but they were gone on vacation, so we had the whole house to ourselves.
You and I got a good thing going. I'll take us to the grave, we can worry in the morning.
Push the frame, let me know you really want it. Work me hard till
I. . .
Oh my God, he's serious.
Oh, oh.
Tell me why I feel like this. Oh, oh.
Oh my God, he's serious. Oh, oh.
Tell me why I feel like this.
Her bush was peeking through her thong, and the tattoo on her leg reminded me of this drawing by a Viennese artist. I noticed a postcard on the table, and when
I looked a little closer, I realized she had a boyfriend taking a gap year in
Thailand. Oh, oh.
Oh my God, he's serious. Oh, oh.
Tell me why I feel like this. Oh, oh.
Oh my God, he's serious. Oh, oh.
Tell me why I feel like this. I gotta know. She's gotta know.
Tell me why I feel like this. You and I got a good thing going.
I'll take us to the grave, we can worry in the morning.
Push the frame, let me know you really want it. Work me hard till I. . .
Oh my God, he's serious.
Oh, oh.
-Tell me why I feel like this. -Hey, what's up?
I haven't heard from you in a while. Everything all right?
By the way, who is this girl you posted, and why is she wearing my T-shirt?
Anyways, Thailand is fucking gorgeous, just like you. Call me!