PATRZ¥ NA NAS Lyrics (English Translation) – Kinny Zimmer

PATRZ¥ NA NAS (English Translation) Lyrics Meaning

[Intro]
Crazy energy right from the start.

[Chorus]
Everyone’s staring at the crew, like they’re the center of attention. But the speaker is too drunk to care or remember what anyone says. He’s already deep into drinking, with his second bottle going fast. There’s someone close to him in the club, always sticking by like a sticker on a camera—always in view, never moving far. The whole vibe is wild, flashy, and carefree, with no room for worries or deep thoughts.

[Verse 1]
The artist enters the club with swagger—just a snap of his fingers makes people dance. A girl with him is holding his weed in her purse, and he’s holding his drink casually. He brags about touching her intimately, hinting at their s*xual closeness. He jokes that the ATM just gave him money, adding to the chaotic fun. Then it’s all about taking endless shots of vodka, followed by Jäger, drinking with both hands. It’s a messy, wild party scene. He even points out someone’s tears mixed with their makeup, hinting at emotional chaos underneath the fun. There’s a contrast between partying hard and a subtle sadness hiding beneath it all.

[Pre-chorus]
He reflects for a second, saying he could die anytime—today or tomorrow. He tells someone to meet him, but only after midnight, like it’s part of the thrill. He’s unsure about love—if she loves him, fine, but if not, it’s still going to hurt. They speed off in a Dodge, hitting 200, suggesting they’re living fast without much thought for the consequences.

[Chorus]
Once again, he shows they’re being watched by everyone, but he’s too gone to care. The second bottle is already in hand, and his focus is on the moment. The girl is so close and ever-present that she’s like a sticker on his camera—always part of the scene. It’s about attention, alcohol, and this intense nightlife where nothing really matters except now.

[Verse 2]
The night keeps going. Their faces are glittery, and he can smell her perfume. Her hair is tied up, and she shares her vape with him. She’s dramatic—maybe threatening to unfollow him online, adding that modern-day tension. He flexes about having a jacuzzi, sitting in it like a boss. More people show up, and he compares holding something in his mouth to carrying a camera, keeping that flashy image alive. Money’s around, but he shrugs it off—like it’s not even the point. People stare, but don’t realize they’re even doing it. There’s glam, but also smudged eyeliner and flaws—real life blending into the night’s performance.

[Pre-chorus]
He’s still caught between living fast and questioning feelings. Death feels like it could come any day. He tells her to show up, but not before midnight—maybe that’s when the party truly starts. He’s not sure if she really loves him, and that confusion stings. They’re back in the car, speeding off like everything’s a blur—no slowing down, just more chaos.

[Chorus]
They’re back to being watched again. He’s too drunk to keep track of conversations or care what’s said. The second bottle’s still flowing, and the girl’s always by his side like part of the scene. It’s that same wild, glamorous energy where eyes are on them, but they’re lost in the moment, just living it up.