Chorus x 4:
Your eyes are going bling bling 1
and everything’s forgotten,
your eyes are going bling bling
and everything’s forgotten.
I lie in the dirt, sink in the sea,
weigh 10 tons, am empty inside,
going in circles, can’t see anymore,
all roads lead back here.
Paint my walls jet black,
I’m sick and tired, sleep during the day,
lie flat, stare at myself in the grave,
vultures on the roof waiting for my carcass.
Don’t call me, I’m dead;
my skin’s green, my eyes are red;
don’t invite me over, ‘cause there where
I go, it only rains.
The wall is long and too high,
the trench is deep and too big,
but somewhere out of nowhere a view,
it’s worth it for it.
Chorus x 4:
Your eyes are going bling bling
and everything’s forgotten,
your eyes are going bling bling
and everything’s forgotten.
Your eyes give my world brilliance again,
you make me whole again,
I’m putting my heart in your hands,
baby, take it as a deposit.
I’m coming every day to visit you,
everyone on your block cusses me out,
standing in your yard singing a song out of tune,
the house pulsates. Furniture moves to the beat.
Out of nowhere, it goes from black to white 2
trade in my barstool for a house and dog,
you’re beautiful, I’m figuring out what’s going on,3
and your stomach gets round “nanananaaa…”
Baby, come with me out into the light,
I believe in God ‘cause he created you,
Of all people, I’m in the Garden of Eden;
this girl, this ass, this day, this life…
Chorus x 3:
Your eyes are going bling bling
and everything’s forgotten,
your eyes are going bling bling
and everything’s forgotten.
You know how it goes ya’ll,
if one girl’s there, another will come.
New Madame makes me gaze and stun
have to raise my thumb, she’s a loaded gun
cool me down for my brain is gone
if no savior comes, I’m gonna burn my hand.
(they’ll tell it!)
Some guy’s wanna spy out and tellele
(yell it!)
my wife’s gonna cry out and yellele
(they’ll smell it)
the dogs will sniff it and smell it, retell it
then the press gonna buy it and sellele
(easy -)
so simmer down and please let me go
(wanna go)
raise the dimmer for the lights are too low
(oh, oh)
in this thriller, can’t leave the field as a winner
so better watch out Mr. Dellelé 4
Chorus x 2:
Your eyes are going bling bling
and everything’s forgotten,
your eyes are going bling bling
and everything’s forgotten.
1. bling: Jamaican slang that has been adopted by some African American rappers and inserted into popular culture. The term "Bling Bling" refers to the imaginary "sound" that is produced from light reflected by a diamond. Source: Urban Dictionary.2. Straight translation: Schwarz zu bunt = black to colorful. 3. idiom: der Sache auf den Grund gehen = to get to the bottom of it; to find out the reason. 4. This could be a reference to one of the writers of the song, Frank Dellé