Сергей Леонов I’m in Balenciaga Автор

I’m in Balenciaga—it’s not just clothes, it’s a code
I’ve got a dark vibe, like I stepped right out of a dream
The city drowns in neon, we’re flying without brakes
Everyone wants to be close, but doesn’t know the words

Smoke up to the ceiling—we’re melting into the night
She looks into my eyes and wants to spend the night with me
Music’s like poison, electricity runs through my veins
I’m alive today, like the whole world is mine

Slowly, slowly—we melt into the lights
The white light of the headlights reflects in my eyes
On repeat, this life, this sound, this drip
Balenciaga on me—it’s style, it’s vibe

Balenciaga—it’s style, it’s vibe
We burn beautifully under the city lights
Loud again, high again, another night without rules
We live once—the rest doesn’t matter

Balenciaga is style, it’s the vibe
A black silhouette dissolves in the lights
Everyone wants this smoke, this glitz, this hype
Balenciaga is style, it’s the vibe

I’m wearing Chrome Hearts on my soul, but inside there’s emptiness
We laugh so loud we can’t hear ourselves
Ice in her glass, February in my heart
But tonight we’re burning like it’s the finale

Expensive perfume mixes with the scent of the night
She whispers, “Don’t go,” but I know—it’s not for sure
We’re like an endless music video, like the last jet flight
And while the beat plays—we’re immortal tonight

Balenciaga—it’s style, it’s the vibe
We’re burning beautifully under the city lights
Loud again, high again, another night with no rules
We live once—the rest doesn’t matter

Balenciaga is style, it’s the vibe
A black silhouette dissolves in the lights
Everyone wants this smoke, this glitz, this hype
Balenciaga is style, it’s the vibe

Asphalt beneath our soles, nothing but smoke behind us
We were looking for love, but found only cold
This night is like art—expensive and cruel
We dance on the edge between hell and paradise

Fire in her gaze, a blackout in my thoughts
We lose control to this dirty, loud sound
And while the whole world sleeps—we live on repeat
Balenciaga on our bodies, but inside, just a scream

Balenciaga—it’s a style, it’s a vibe
A pulse through our veins and lights through the night
If we fall—it’s beautiful; if we live—it’s till the end
Balenciaga—it’s a style… it’s me