Murs - Celebrate

Текст песни

Celebrations to steal life
Reminiscing to feel right
Remember what it would feel like
Sometimes it’s better than real life
So we celebrate the memories
You can’t replace the energy
Everything how it was meant to me
Conduct your dreams like symphonies
I got a red line BMX
Saved up 6 months for them to see me flex
My boys on my block gave me my respect
But what I really hope is that it would lead to sex
Bad brown babe name of Deeana
Had the keys to the boys hearts, played them like pianas
Or pianos, hotter than a Roman candle
With her sheer sun dresses and her open toe sandles
Queen of the school in her P.E. shorts
Life goal is making out by the hand ball courts
Then one day she found out I sold pot
She said, slide your girl a J and I’ll show you what I got
I said, Not like that, what I want is your heart
But we can smoke a dime bag if you meet me at the park
And when I found out she can roll her own weed
I was in love, so in love, brother yes indeed