Young Leosia: Przester - feat. bambi, PG$, francis

Young Leosia presents the song "Przester" featuring bambi, PG$, francis from the EP "PG$".

Bonjour Francis

I want to lock myself in my four walls, where it's okay
I want not to hear even the sound of my body, to turn down every sound
Be left alone with my heavy pot, see what's in it
Because I don't know anymore, I don't know
Because I don't know anymore, I don't know
On the After Hours speaker, still a fucked up ballet
Go crazy on the weekend, somewhere at a bar
Every concert is packed
Too much vodka, too many people
Too much money, too many issues
Turn off that alarm clock, I don't want to wake up today
I'll stay under the covers because I have my own world here
I'll be a fallen angel if I pull this off, and I don't want to disappoint you anymore
The times have begun when you will often hear me say: "I'm going to sleep"

Baila, Baila, Baila, Baila Ella
The whole room is dancing here, it's the Macarena
Baila, Baila, Baila, Baila Ella
The whole room is dancing here, it's the Macarena

Leave, go and come back and over and over again
Drink, shout and cry - midnight again*
Leave, go and come back and over and over again
Drink, shout and cry - midnight again*
Everyone claps and the mixer continues distortion
Next distortion, DJ makes a transition
The whole dance floor is going to the red line, to the red line
I'll see you in town

Black Porsche, shrimp tempura
Jacuzzi in front of the house and studio upstairs
Two Dobermans and pink roses
I'm not asking what will happen, I'm just predicting
Hundreds, thousands, millions and hundreds
Hundreds of thousands spent on prestige
I'm driven by life that rocks, like Kendrick
He takes a breath and remains silent, like a customs officer
You go to the hut, I can't get back
I'd rather be in the club than choke on my own
My head hurts - I take a pill
My heart hurts - please take an ambulance
Connection error, silence on the handset
You don't ask for the address, I'm going back to the dance floor

Leave, go and come back and over and over again
Drink, shout and cry - midnight again*
Leave, go and come back and over and over again
Drink, shout and cry - midnight again*
Everyone claps and the mixer continues to distort
Next distortion, DJ makes a transition
The whole dance floor is going to the red line, to the red line
I'll see you in town

Baila, Baila, Baila, Baila
Baila, Baila, Baila, Baila

*Corrects again midnight after Bambi's correction on instastory