Verknallt in einen Talahon

Last week’s fair was a whole different vibe
I was chilling with the girls at the bumper cars
Then I spotted a Talahon from afar
With his ride all low and a vape in his hand
He’s got a tough exterior and seems really hard
But he asks every dude if they’ve got any problems

I think I’m crushing on a Talahon
With a Louis belt, Gucci cap, and Air Max shoes
He’s shadowboxing and he’s the coolest of his crew
And that knife in his pocket isn’t just for spreading butter

Between court letters, he’s pulling out cash
And treating all his boys to drinks
This guy’s the one for life, no doubt
'Cause our first date, bro, was at a hookah bar
He says he’ll buy me the whole world
And doesn’t even need welfare for that
He makes his money, that’s for sure
By normal, I mean standardly illegal

He lives dangerously, what do you know?
Not everyone with that style is a Talahon

I think I’m crushing on a Talahon
With a Louis belt, Gucci cap, and Air Max shoes
He’s shadowboxing and he’s the coolest of his crew
And that knife in his pocket isn’t just for spreading butter

Honestly, I’ve never been this smitten
He smells like a whole damn perfume shop
Of all the scents, his is the strongest
'Cause he splashes half a bottle of Dior Sauvage on himself
This is the guy for life, that’s crystal clear
When he gets mad, he’s sweet like baklava

I think I’m crushing on a Talahon
With a Louis belt, Gucci cap, and Air Max shoes
He’s shadowboxing and he’s the coolest of his crew
And that knife in his pocket isn’t just for spreading butter

Soon I’ll head out with the cousins, just after sunset
But first, I’m gonna spread him some butter on bread with that knife.