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.