Description
Producer: Nick Ribbens
Composer: Luna Morgenstern
Composer: Emily Perlman
Composer: Nick Ribbens
Lyricist: Luna Morgenstern
Lyricist: Emily Perlman
Lyricist: Nick Ribbens
Lyrics and translation
Original
Ninety-two,
I come for you. They say my grapes got sour, but I call it juice.
Ninety-two, like a tribal tattoo.
They say that I've expired, but I call it Chateau Brut.
Mm.
Mm. Mm. They wanna get a taste.
Mm. Mm. Mm. They wanna try the paste. Mm. Mm. Mm. Mm. Finger-lickin' good.
Mm. Mm. Mm. Mm. Let's pop. Don't miss the filler in my face.
Pillowed up, lay up on me. Sittin' perky, body timeless, run it like Botticelli.
Primavera, organza, take a sip of Madonna.
Body bloomin' with my mood, this contact list, no one's watchin'. No baroques on the meter 'cause the gas is a go.
Med diet, feed me grapes, laid up by the Chateau. Love these wrinkles in my face.
My pretty babes got cute crows. This a fine investment. Wait, wait, I'll watch while you grow.
This a fine investment. Wait, wait, I'll watch while you grow.
Ninety-two.
Ooh, baby.
Ninety-two. It's called grapes.
Ninety-two.
Ooh, baby.
Ninety-two,
I come for you. They say my grapes got sour, but I call it juice.
Ninety-two, like a tribal tattoo.
They say that I've expired, but I call it Chateau Brut. Mm.
Mm. Mm. They wanna get a taste.
Mm.
Mm. Mm. They wanna try the paste.
Mm. Mm. Mm. Mm. Finger-lickin' good.
Mm. Mm. Mm. Mm.
Let's pop. They say my grapes got sour, but I call it juice.
They say my grapes got sour, but I call it juice. They say my grapes got sour, but I call it juice.
They say that I've expired, but I call it Chateau
Brut.
Ninety-two.
Ninety-two.
English translation
Ninety-two,
I come for you. They say my grapes got sour, but I call it juice.
Ninety-two, like a tribal tattoo.
They say that I've expired, but I call it Chateau Brut.
Mm.
Mm. Mm. They wanna get a taste.
Mm. Mm. Mm. They wanna try the paste. Mm. Mm. Mm. Mm. Finger-lickin' good.
Mm. Mm. Mm. Mm. Let's pop. Don't miss the filler in my face.
Pillowed up, lay up on me. Sittin' perky, body timeless, run it like Botticelli.
Primavera, organza, take a sip of Madonna.
Body bloomin' with my mood, this contact list, no one's watchin'. No baroques on the meter 'cause the gas is a go.
Med diet, feed me grapes, laid up by the Chateau. Love these wrinkles in my face.
My pretty babes got cute crows. This a fine investment. Wait, wait, I'll watch while you grow.
This a fine investment. Wait, wait, I'll watch while you grow.
Ninety-two.
Ooh, baby.
Ninety-two. It's called grapes.
Ninety-two.
Ooh, baby.
Ninety-two,
I come for you. They say my grapes got sour, but I call it juice.
Ninety-two, like a tribal tattoo.
They say that I've expired, but I call it Chateau Brut. Mm.
Mm. Mm. They wanna get a taste.
Mm.
Mm. Mm. They wanna try the paste.
Mm. Mm. Mm. Mm. Finger-lickin' good.
Mm. Mm. Mm. Mm.
Let's pop. They say my grapes got sour, but I call it juice.
They say my grapes got sour, but I call it juice. They say my grapes got sour, but I call it juice.
They say that I've expired, but I call it Chateau
Brut.
Ninety-two.
Ninety-two.