To Gucci Forema

Hey girl, ever since you walked in and I saw you, I've been completely losing it.
You're not my type, girls like you, but something's happened lately and I'm not doing well.
I got stuck on you and I can't think straight anymore.
I don't like you and I can't figure out why this is happening to me.

With a lot of heart and a big ego, you’ve taken the spotlight, girl, you’ve got the moves.
You’ve got a big, amazing vibe that makes a line of little guys go crazy.
You play with everyone and everything, I said I’m done with all that, and you want your wishes to be commands.

Chorus:
But damn, I can’t resist anymore,
in this Gucci dress you’re wearing, and the way you’re shaking that body tonight (x2).

Born and raised in southern Attica,
we’ve got pride here, and we’re not afraid to show it.
Bournazi, Aigaleo, Peristeri, I know the struggle, but you and your friends think you’re upper-class.
On the other hand, I’m not stepping back because it’s a place with a lot of fire.
The spoiled girls of a rich daddy who only know a thousand ways to spend his cash.
If you don’t like my ride, don’t ever get in.
Take that spoiled kid from Kifisia with his BMW,
who says goodnight before he crashes, mama, and shows off his cash.

That daddy,
that daddy, you’ll eat well with mama and daddy in the backyard by the pool with cash,
just leave him some butter on the bread and you keep living in the big city.

Chorus x2

Whatever I’m feeling, you’ve got it all, and you’re a personal stylist,
for two hours you want to get me ready, French manicure while you’re chatting with another guy on your phone.
The topic of conversation, I guess, is fashion and trends, the world’s on fire, but you’re in your own zone.
You like Vogue and Elle and Madame Figaro, but if I put you down, you’d only like me.

Nanananananaanananananaananananananana

Maybe you’re tall, hot, my girl tonight, we need to make something happen between us.
You show me how to have fun in the city, and I’ll show you how we do it in Kaisariani.