Nyla Songtext
von The Weekend

You say you like New York better than L.A
And I just sit there
I believe that you like looking like a Ramone
When I would rather kiss a beach boy
Feel the sand beneath my toes
Wanna feel the sun burning up my nose
I′ll give you all of my black clothes
Just light your smoke and watch me go

Well come, come, come again
What was that you said?
Listen carefully and maybe then you'll see

That this time, this time
Next year, next year
I won′t be here
This time, this time
Next year, next year
I won't be here


'Cause I′m so sick of dreary winters
And mornings spent in subway stations
Going to a job I hate
More and more with every day
I want the lifestyle of the rich and famous
While you prefer to remain nameless
That′s you, hey, and this me
I'm gonna live the fantasy

Well come, come, come again
What was that you said?
Listen carefully and maybe then you′ll see

That this time, this time
Next year, next year
I won't be here
This time, this time
Next year, next year
I won′t be here
This time, next year
I won't be here

You say you like New York better than L.A
And I just sit there
I believe that you like looking like a Ramone
When I would rather kiss a beach boy


Come, come, come again
What was that you said?
Listen carefully and maybe then you′ll see
Come, come, come again
What was that you said?
Listen carefully and maybe then you'll see

That this time, this time
Next year, next year
I won't be here
This time, this time
Next year, next year
I won′t be here

This time, next year
I won′t be here
This time, this time
Next year, next year
I won't be here

This time, this time
Next year, next year
I won′t be here

This time, next year
I won't be here

Oh, come, come, come again
What was that you said?
Listen carefully and maybe then you′ll see