Znas kako ide, nekoliko pica, kontrola prestaje i pre nego sto shvatis balavis se sa nekom iz grada ili, gore, zavrsim ovde sa tobom, pijan, u nekoj mracnoj ulici i govorim ti da te volim.
And plus at night I'm a locked target You know what happens. A few drinks, quality control goes out the window and before you know it, you're sucking face with some swill muncher from downtown.