Yakult
@Joel Antonio
Yakult
@Joel Antonio
Dalszöveg
I'm sinking deep, in bottles small,
It’s probiotic but I’m feeling tall,
I got that cold rush, can’t you see,
Yakult’s got a grip, it’s owning me.
I sip it slow, but I need more,
It’s like a river flowing from the store,
I told myself, "just one today,"
But I’m drowning in this milky way.
(Pre-coro)
Oh, I know, I should let go,
But it’s pulling me, a soft hello,
From the fridge it calls my name,
Yakult’s got me in this game.
(Coro)
Addicted to the way it feels,
It’s more than just a bottle deal,
I’m chasing every drop I can’t ignore,
Yakult, you leave me wanting more.
I’m hooked, I’m caught, I can't escape,
Fermenting thoughts I can't erase.
It’s sweet, it’s smooth, it owns my soul,
Yakult, you make me lose control.
(Verso 2)
I try to break it, just say no,
But every time, I grab and go,
My fridge’s a battlefield inside,
And Yakult’s winning every time.
They say it's healthy, it’s good for me,
But I don’t think they really see,
How deep I’ve fallen, how far I’ve gone,
I’m drinking it ‘til the dawn.
(Pre-coro)
Oh, I know, I should let go,
But it’s pulling me, a soft hello,
From the fridge it calls my name,
Yakult’s got me in this game.
(Coro)
Addicted to the way it feels,
It’s more than just a bottle deal,
I’m chasing every drop I can’t ignore,
Yakult, you leave me wanting more.
I’m hooked, I’m caught, I can't escape,
Fermenting thoughts I can't erase.
It’s sweet, it’s smooth, it owns my soul,
Yakult, you make me lose control.
(Puente)
I’m fighting, I’m trying,
But it’s always on my mind,
I want it, I crave it,
Yakult, I can't leave you behind.
In my dreams, in my veins,
You keep flowing through my brain,
I’m stuck in this twisted game,
And I can’t break away.
(Coro)
Addicted to the way it feels,
It’s more than just a bottle deal,
I’m chasing every drop I can’t ignore,
Yakult, you leave me wanting more.
I’m hooked, I’m caught, I can't escape,
Fermenting thoughts I can't erase.
It’s sweet, it’s smooth, it owns my soul,
Yakult, you make me lose control.
(Outro)
Yakult, you make me lose control,
Fermenting thoughts that take their toll.
It’s probiotic but I’m feeling tall,
I got that cold rush, can’t you see,
Yakult’s got a grip, it’s owning me.
I sip it slow, but I need more,
It’s like a river flowing from the store,
I told myself, "just one today,"
But I’m drowning in this milky way.
(Pre-coro)
Oh, I know, I should let go,
But it’s pulling me, a soft hello,
From the fridge it calls my name,
Yakult’s got me in this game.
(Coro)
Addicted to the way it feels,
It’s more than just a bottle deal,
I’m chasing every drop I can’t ignore,
Yakult, you leave me wanting more.
I’m hooked, I’m caught, I can't escape,
Fermenting thoughts I can't erase.
It’s sweet, it’s smooth, it owns my soul,
Yakult, you make me lose control.
(Verso 2)
I try to break it, just say no,
But every time, I grab and go,
My fridge’s a battlefield inside,
And Yakult’s winning every time.
They say it's healthy, it’s good for me,
But I don’t think they really see,
How deep I’ve fallen, how far I’ve gone,
I’m drinking it ‘til the dawn.
(Pre-coro)
Oh, I know, I should let go,
But it’s pulling me, a soft hello,
From the fridge it calls my name,
Yakult’s got me in this game.
(Coro)
Addicted to the way it feels,
It’s more than just a bottle deal,
I’m chasing every drop I can’t ignore,
Yakult, you leave me wanting more.
I’m hooked, I’m caught, I can't escape,
Fermenting thoughts I can't erase.
It’s sweet, it’s smooth, it owns my soul,
Yakult, you make me lose control.
(Puente)
I’m fighting, I’m trying,
But it’s always on my mind,
I want it, I crave it,
Yakult, I can't leave you behind.
In my dreams, in my veins,
You keep flowing through my brain,
I’m stuck in this twisted game,
And I can’t break away.
(Coro)
Addicted to the way it feels,
It’s more than just a bottle deal,
I’m chasing every drop I can’t ignore,
Yakult, you leave me wanting more.
I’m hooked, I’m caught, I can't escape,
Fermenting thoughts I can't erase.
It’s sweet, it’s smooth, it owns my soul,
Yakult, you make me lose control.
(Outro)
Yakult, you make me lose control,
Fermenting thoughts that take their toll.
A zene stílusa
Twenty one pilots style
