Secondhand lyrics Don Toliver

Secondhand lyrics Don Toliver

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[Intro: Saskia]
How am I supposed to let you go?
How am I supposed to let you walk away?
How am I supposed to let you go?
You're all I ever wanted in my life
All I ever wanted in my
You're all I ever wanted in my
All I ever wanted in my life, life, life

[Pre-Chorus: Don Toliver & Rema]
You're all I ever wanted in my
You're all I ever wanted in my (You're only, uh)
You're all I ever wanted in my

[Chorus: Don Toliver, Rema, Don Toliver & Rema]
And I'm like, "What's up? What's up?" (Up) Sippin' on Fanta (Yeah)
Black like Wakanda (Oh), let me rеmind ya (Oh)
Rockin' designer, racks in my binder
Shе my type of liner, you will never find her
I would do the same if I ain't have cash and I ain't had time for her
Who said we had to be secondhand lovers? (Lover)
You know we play the game, we need each other
Need each other

[Verse 1: Rema]
Angel dust (Angel dust)
Shawty always got me trippin' like angel dust (Yo, angel dust)
Everywhere she goes, you always see me, I'm flockin', I'm flockin'
Shawty, you stuck with me like I'm stuck in your teeth, no floss
My phone go ring-ring, I pull up in a GT (Yeah)
Rabbit-fur CC all because she pretty
Her friends talkin' down on me, she petty, she don't listen
She double down off the Hennessy, she sluttin' me, she sluttin' me
Slapped the devil and told him that my girl hotter (How am I supposed to let you go?)
Even went two-tone, aw, naw, with the way you whine, yo, yo (How am I supposed to let you walk away?)
Who taught ya, who taught ya? (Ayy)
Got my hands all on ya body (How am I supposed to let you go? Ayy)
Please don't break my heart (You're all I ever wanted in my life)

[Pre-Chorus: Don Toliver & Rema]
You're all I ever wanted in my (You're all I ever wanted, huh)
You're all I ever wanted in my (You're only, uh)
You're all I ever wanted in my

[Chorus: Don Toliver & Rema]
And I'm like, "What's up? What's up?" Sippin' on Fanta
Black like Wakanda, let me remind ya (Oh)
Rockin' designer, racks in my binder
She my type of liner, you will never find her
I wouldn't do the same if I ain't have cash and I ain't had time for her
Who said we had to be secondhand lovers? (Lover)
You know we stay together, we need each other
We need each other

[Verse 2: Don Toliver]
This a Lamborghini, baby, are you with me?
She do Bobby, Whitney, that booty always tempting
Why are you here sipping? I sing a whole symphony
I took her to the Gucci store and walked out with some Tiffany
Now we in here singin' all these love songs, all these love songs
Girl, you gave me love, shawty, swingin' in your undertone, yeah
You know I be in, yeah, on a mission, I need you to get down and do that

[Bridge: Don Toliver]
Let's go, let's go, outside, outside
This here be my time, she hit like a heart attack
Let's go, let's go, outside, outside
A chopper outside, my Black Hawk is outside

[Pre-Chorus: Don Toliver & Rema]
You're all I ever wanted in my
You're all I ever wanted in my (You're only, uh)
You're all I ever wanted in my

[Chorus: Don Toliver & Rema]
And I'm like, "What's up? What's up?" (Up) Sippin' on Fanta (Yeah)
Black like Wakanda (Oh), let me remind ya (Oh)
Rockin' designer, racks in my binder
She my type of liner, you will never find her

[Outro]
How am I supposed to let you go?
How am I supposed to let you walk away?
How am I supposed to let you go?
You're all I ever wanted in my—

Translation

Normal
[Intro: Saskia]
¿Cómo se supone que debo dejarte ir?
¿Cómo se supone que debo dejarte marchar?
¿Cómo se supone que debo dejarte ir?
Eres todo lo que siempre quise en mi vida
Todo lo que siempre quise en mi...
Eres todo lo que siempre quise en mi...
Todo lo que siempre quise en mi vida, vida, vida

[Pre-Coro: Don Toliver & Rema]
Eres todo lo que siempre quise en mi...
Eres todo lo que siempre quise en mi (Solo tú)
Eres todo lo que siempre quise en mi...

[Coro: Don Toliver & Rema]
Y yo digo "¿Qué pasa? ¿Qué pasa?" (Arriba) Tomando Fanta (Yeah)
Negro como Wakanda (Oh), déjame recordarte (Oh)
Vistiendo diseño, billetes en mi carpeta
Ella es mi tipo de delineador, nunca la encontrarás
Haría lo mismo si no tuviera dinero ni tiempo para ella
¿Quién dijo que teníamos que ser amantes de segunda mano? (Amante)
Sabes que jugamos el juego y nos necesitamos
os necesitamos

[Verso 1: Rema]
Polvo de ángel (Polvo de ángel)
La chica siempre me hace viajar como polvo de ángel (Ey, polvo de ángel)
A donde va ella me ve allí siguiendo como sombra suya y no hay hilo dental que me saque porque estoy pegado a ella como a tus dientes sin seda. Mi teléfono suena suena y llego en GT(Yeah). Abrigo de conejo CC solo porque está bonita. Sus amigas hablan mal pero ella es terca no escucha. Se emborracha con Hennessey y coquetea conmigo solamente. Le di una bofetada al diablo y le dije mi chica es más caliente(¿Cómo puedo dejarte ir?). Incluso cambié dos tonos con la forma en la que mueves ese cuerpo(¿Cómo puedo dejarte ir?). ¿Quién te enseñó? ¿Quién te enseñó?(Ayy). Tengo mis manos por todo tu cuerpo(¿Cómo puedo dejarte ir?). Por favor no rompas mi corazón(Eres todo lo quería para mí).

Meaning & Explanation

Don Toliver's 'Secondhand' explores the complex intersection of love and materialism in modern relationships through vivid storytelling and cultural references. The song presents an emotional paradox - while professing deep affection ('You're all I ever wanted'), the artists simultaneously showcase lavish lifestyles filled with designer clothes ('Rockin' designer'), expensive cars ('Lamborghini'), and luxury shopping sprees ('Gucci store'). This duality reflects contemporary relationship dynamics where emotional connection battles with status symbols. The recurring question 'How am I supposed to let you go?' reveals genuine attachment amidst the flashy imagery. Cultural touchstones like 'Black like Wakanda' connect personal romance to broader African pride movements. The 'secondhand lovers' concept suggests societal pressure to settle for less than ideal partnerships when financial stability is uncertain - 'I wouldn't do the same if I ain't have cash'. The angel dust metaphor illustrates both intoxication from love and potential toxicity in codependent relationships. Musically contrasting elements mirror this tension - soft vocal harmonies during vulnerable admissions versus hard-hitting bass during boasts of wealth. Ultimately the song captures Gen Z's struggle to balance authentic emotion with Instagram-era performative romance where worth is measured in designer labels rather than devotion.

[Note: This explanation provides key insights into the song's themes and emotions.]