ROMA – Ariana Grande ha lanciato 7 Rings. Dopo Thank you, Next e Imagine, la cantante torna con un brano in pieno stile pop, che attinge a sonorità quasi trap.
Ariana rappa e racconta dei 7 anelli comprati in un negozio Tiffany di New York, dopo aver bevuto un po’ troppo alcol.
“Era un giorno molto difficile in quel di New York – ha spiegato Ariana su Twitter, parlando della canzone -. Le mie amiche mi hanno portato da Tiffany. Avevamo bevuto troppo champagne. Ho comprato degli anelli per tutte. È stato folle e divertente. Una volta tornate a casa ho pensato che avrei dovuto scriverci per forza una canzone. Così abbiamo fatto nel pomeriggio”.
In 7 rings Ariana Grande dichiara di non aver timore di spendere troppo per divertirsi e circondarsi di oggetti di lusso: il denaro, infatti, a volte può davvero dare sollievo, risolvere i problemi, e rendere le donne completamente indipendenti. Il videoclip (che già ha superato i cinque milioni visualizzazioni), girato da Hannah Lux Davis, vede la star divertirsi con sole amiche ragazze in una villa completamente rosa, tra champagne che trabocca dai calici, diamanti e abiti firmati.
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Il testo di 7 Rings
[Verse 1]
Yeah, breakfast at Tiffany’s and bottles of bubbles
Girls with tattoos who like getting in trouble
Lashes and diamonds, ATM machines
Buy myself all of my favorite things (Yeah)
Been through some bad shit, I should be a sad bitch
Who woulda thought it’d turn me to a savage?
Rather be tied up with cuffs and not strings
Write my own checks like I write what I sing, yeah (Yeah)
[Pre-Chorus 1]
My wrist, stop watchin’, my neck is flossin’
Make big deposits, my gloss is poppin’
You like my hair? Gee, thanks, just bought it
I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it (Yeah)
[Chorus]
I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it
I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it
You like my hair? Gee, thanks, just bought it
I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
Wearing a ring, but ain’t gon’ be no “Mrs.”
Bought matching diamonds for six of my bitches
I’d rather spoil all my friends with my riches
Think retail therapy my new addiction
Whoever said money can’t solve your problems
Must not have had enough money to solve ‘em
They say, “Which one?” I say, “Nah, I want all of ‘em”
Happiness is the same price as red-bottoms
[Pre-Chorus 2]
My smile is beamin’, my skin is gleamin’
The way it shine, I know you’ve seen it (You’ve seen it)
I bought a crib just for the closet
Both his and hers, I want it, I got it, yeah
[Chorus]
I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it
I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it (Baby)
You like my hair? Gee, thanks, just bought it (Oh yeah)
I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it (Yeah)
[Verse 3]
I got my receipts, be lookin’ like phone numbers
If it ain’t money, then wrong number
Black card is my business card
The way it be settin’ the tone for me
I don’t mean to brag, but I be like, “Put it in the bag,” yeah
When you see them racks, they stacked up like my ass, yeah
Shoot, go from the store to the booth
Make it all back in one loop, give me the loot
Never mind, I got the juice
Nothing but net when we shoot
Look at my neck, look at my jet
Ain’t got enough money to pay me respect
Ain’t no budget when I’m on the set
If I like it, then that’s what I get, yeah
[Chorus]
I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it (Yeah)
I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it (Oh yeah, yeah)
You like my hair? Gee, thanks, just bought it
I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it (Yeah)
