#pazooki

I did a rough translation of these lyrics to English and the title would be something like “Am I Right” (Original Swedish lyrics on Genius: http://genius.com/Parham-eller-hur-lyrics )

I actually did this for fun, lol.

Parham - Eller Hur

From the album “Hemma Här”  (© 2016 Playground Music Scandinavia AB).

You like the buzz of the big city, am I right? Talking ‘bout who’s done what, am I right? Usually hangin’ in the south, am I right? As often as in Gothenburg, am I right? As if everything is ballin, ‘all-in I like life to be risky (yeah right) No limits are set, this I get And you got lost with your dad, that’s fucked up. We’re drunk again, going home with somebody Always stuck in some kind of fuddle, it starts again DJ! Pull-up again! Let it never end! It’s wack to be alone, am I right? I recon that feeling, it’s horrible as hell Don’t want to get old, am I right? We freeze the time and never land, oh Next weekend; on to the next thing I can be your best friend for this evenin’. Empty the bottle ‘til they clear the room, Empty promises of big plans, Saying things like: “when are we gonna get married?”, When we go crazy on shit that taints us (yeah) But I swear it’s only physical, we’re so stereotypical, am I right?

Makes me, feel good, and bad, at the same time We can forsee, some other time, I think we’ve gone too far, am I right? Did it all, Seen it all, And it’s so beautiful, am I right? So beautiful, am I right? So beautiful, am I right? So beautiful, am I right?

Adult children they wanna play, am I right? Loving merely on E, am I right? Love to trip, am I right? So we’re just buyin’ it, am I right? Especially with celebrities on afterparties on random hotel-rooftops during “Way out West” or Morning hours in an underground club, Hot like a sauna, into the room to split the shit, Cocain-race and a couple of beers, Let this line hold longer the bathroom-line, We’re dancing on Devil’s ground, Boosting my ego more than drugs. How long we gonna do this for? Act like we like it, like we just want more (am I right?) I mixed too much, must come down Too loud to talk, Took an Uber in time for the Molly to kick in. And it was me and you. Hard to sleep, Hate to wake up with daily regrets, I’m cautious, But I’m still waiting for life to really happen (yeah), But I swear it’s only physical, we’re so stereotypical, am I right?