More songs by karan
Description
Composer: Supanut Prewattananan
Lyricist: Supanut Prewattananan
Lyricist: Tacha Kongkakate
Lyrics and translation
Original
I've been hoppin' on flights weekly 'til I unlock all that jet quick.
You've been steady lurkin' on me and I'm just mindin' my business.
I don't need talkin' 'bout econ on me 'cause my pockets good in recessions.
That's why your girl keep checkin' for me, but she made me vome on my girl dick.
One for your head, gotta knock it so you get what I said.
I don't need luck 'cause it's worse when you're dead.
If you make it, I still know you're indebted to me 'cause I mentioned you here, yeah, I said it.
I leave it all on the line, yeah, I'm known for regrettin'.
You left it all behind, yeah, you went for the rental.
Shit has me sentimental. You didn't just burn out, you blew out the candle.
Dreams are way too street and get way too much to handle.
Now you have your life but it's not all that you can do.
I worked my ass off for this gold on my mantle.
Lived a year on trust, look, get more than I can do.
Flew like fifteen hours to one, never missed a break.
Just to realize I need me a fuckin' plane.
I want it all, that massive bill.
And a stupid whip and a rich girl meal.
I wanna see an offer for a hundred mil.
Just to let 'em know that it don't cut the deal. That's a wrap.
Find me out at Six Flag where we at.
Shower me in praise, I need a bath.
Shower me in grace, I need that back.
Yeah, I need that back.
I need it back.
English translation
I've been hoppin' on flights weekly 'til I unlock all that jet quick.
You've been steady lurkin' on me and I'm just mindin' my business.
I don't need talkin' 'bout econ on me 'cause my pockets good in recessions.
That's why your girl keep checkin' for me, but she made me vome on my girl dick.
One for your head, gotta knock it so you get what I said.
I don't need luck 'cause it's worse when you're dead.
If you make it, I still know you're indebted to me 'cause I mentioned you here, yeah, I said it.
I leave it all on the line, yeah, I'm known for regrettin'.
You left it all behind, yeah, you went for the rental.
Shit has me sentimental. You didn't just burn out, you blew out the candle.
Dreams are way too street and get way too much to handle.
Now you have your life but it's not all that you can do.
I worked my ass off for this gold on my mantle.
Lived a year on trust, look, get more than I can do.
Flew like fifteen hours to one, never missed a break.
Just to realize I need me a fuckin' plane.
I want it all, that massive bill.
And a stupid whip and a rich girl meal.
I wanna see an offer for a hundred mil.
Just to let 'em know that it don't cut the deal. That's a wrap.
Find me out at Six Flag where we at.
Shower me in praise, I need a bath.
Shower me in grace, I need that back.
Yeah, I need that back.
I need it back.