Palme
Ano · Palme
Na stolu prazne flaše, a opet ono naše
Tra-traži da me jaše, ma joj
Tvoji opet samo maše, mi nismo iste klase
Tu gotov si za čas, ye
Ona puca k'o Tetejac, iz Mečke u BMW-a
Sad ga živim bez dileja, lutko Mili ludileja
Sedi, pusti nam Dre-a, daj nam flašu za sto
Sa njom se igram k'o pro dok teče viski i lom
(La, la, la, la, la, la)
Palme, Budva, Split i Herceg Novi
Mili u lovi, noćas me voli
(La, la, la, la, la, la)
Pođi noćas s nama, mala, oli
Snima za story dok buksna gori
(La, la, la, la, la, la)
Palme, Budva, Split i Herceg Novi
Mili u lovi, noćas me voli
(La, la, la, la, la, la)
Pođi noćas s nama mala, oli
Snima za story dok buksna gori
Ona hoće da je vodim u Beograd na vodi
Na MDMI da se topi, ma joj
A ja ne umem da volim, srce ću da joj slomim
Jer ona je meni samo broj
Ona puca k'o kalaš, iz AMG-a u Maybach
Mala tamna k'o Tyla, povučena k'o lajna
Oko vrata je kajla, u separeu je lom
Donesi kiblu za sto, nacrtaj belo na fon
(La, la, la, la, la, la)
Palme, Budva, Split i Herceg Novi
Mili u lovi, noćas me voli
(La, la, la, la, la, la)
Pođi noćas s nama, mala, oli
Snima za story dok buksna gori
(La, la, la, la, la, la)
Palme, Budva, Split i Herceg Novi
Mili u lovi, noćas me voli
(La, la, la, la, la, la)
Pođi noćas s nama mala, oli
Snima za story dok buksna gori
Palme
"Palme" is a song about the high life, and it wears that lifestyle proudly. The track, by Serbian artists Ano and Mili, is built around a chorus that name-drops some of the most glamorous destinations on the Adriatic: "Palme, Budva, Split i Herceg Novi" ? Palme, Budva, Split, and Herceg Novi. It is a song about money, nightlife, and the thrill of being seen.
The lyrics, available on Tekstomanija, are full of the imagery of a night out: empty bottles on the table, a girl who wants to be taken to Belgrade, a story for social media while the joint burns. The song's narrator is confident to the point of arrogance, declaring that he does not know how to love and that the girl is "just a number" to him.
The production is sleek and modern, with a beat that is built for the club. The chorus is catchy and anthemic, designed to be shouted back by a crowd.
What stays with me is how honest the song is about the emptiness behind the glamour. It is a song that celebrates the party, but it also acknowledges the cost.
The lyrics, available on Tekstomanija, are full of the imagery of a night out: empty bottles on the table, a girl who wants to be taken to Belgrade, a story for social media while the joint burns. The song's narrator is confident to the point of arrogance, declaring that he does not know how to love and that the girl is "just a number" to him.
The production is sleek and modern, with a beat that is built for the club. The chorus is catchy and anthemic, designed to be shouted back by a crowd. It is a song that celebrates the party, but it also acknowledges the cost. It is a song that stays with you long after it ends.