TUTA GOLD
Mahmood
TUTA GOLD
If I leave for Budapest, will you remember
The days in the tent, that moonlight
Smoking until dawn, you won't change
And I won't change fucking up my head in a night
Suffering may seem a bit fake
If you wipe your tears at a rave
White shirt, gold on teeth, blue jeans
Don't compare me to a bitch like that
It wasn't enough, just us on the Jeep
But I'm not good at chasing
Five cell phones in the gold tracksuit, baby, I won't call back
We danced in the north area when you called me
With the flowers, the flowers in the gold tracksuit, you smoked half of them
I'll get over it, I'll remember the black vests full of sugar, I'll change the number
Five cell phones in the gold tracksuit, baby, I won't call back
Where is the trust? It's become dry, like the air in the Sahara
You told me stories about people without ever saying the name, name, name
Like your friend in prison, but
To stay in the neighborhood you need damn personality
If you leave, tell me who will console your mother
White shirt, gold on teeth, blue jeans
Don't compare me to a bitch like that
It wasn't enough, just us on the Jeep
But I'm not good at chasing
Five cell phones in the gold tracksuit, baby, I won't call back
We danced in the north area when you called me
With the flowers, the flowers in the gold tracksuit, you smoked half of them
I'll get over it, I'll remember the black vests full of sugar, I'll change the number
Five cell phones in the gold tracksuit, baby, I won't call back
The insults did me good
When I took them outside of middle school and cried
You said: Go back to your country, you know I don't hold a grudge
Even if dad will ask me to change my last name
We danced in the north area when you called me
With the flowers, the flowers in the gold tracksuit, you smoked half of them
I'll get over it, I'll remember the black vests full of sugar, I'll change the number
Five cell phones in the gold tracksuit, baby, I won't call back
Five cell phones in the gold tracksuit, gold, gold, gold, gold, gold
Five cell phones in the gold tracksuit
Baby, I won't call back