Brika - Mumbai [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Dammit I hate to be the type
That seeks to be amused
Dammit I hate to that type

Dammit I hate to be the type
That's in it real quick before I'm done
Dammit I hate to be the type

Cause oh oh oh
When the world stays spinning
I feel tied
And oh oh oh
Where’s the exotic living like in Mumbai
And oh oh oh
When the world stays spinning
I feel tied
Then oh oh oh
There's a high beam in a low side

How would I go?
I don't even know
If I found myself a limerance of my own

Down the yellow road
Rushed in syllables
If I found myself a limerance of my own

Dammit I hate to be the type
That sticks to black like parasite
Dammit I hate to be the type

Cause oh oh oh
When the world stays spinning
I feel tied
And oh oh oh
Where’s the Exotic living like in Mumbai
And oh oh oh
When the world stays spinning
I feel tied
Then oh oh oh
There's a high beam in a low side

How would I go?
I don't even know
If I found myself a limerance of my own

Down the yellow road
Rushing syllables
If I found myself a limerance of my own

Still sitting by the fire waiting just a bit in the month of June
Sitting by the fire
Sitting by the fire

Still sitting by the fire waiting just a bit in the month of June
Sitting by the fire
Sitting by the fire

How would I go?
I don't even know
If I found myself a limerance of my own

Down the yellow road
Rushing syllables
If I found myself a limerance of my own

How would I go?
I don't even know
If I found myself a limerance of my own

Down the yellow road
Rushing syllables
If I found myself a limerance of my own

How would I go, I don't even know
How would I go, I don't even know
How would I go, I don't even know
How would I go, I don't even know