Aland.V - Sweet Memories [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Mak Nikova (Verse 1)

Exhale got stories to tell
Ridin with some people that could put me in jail
All good cause I wanted to sell
And I let the breeze hit it cause she love me so well
Woop...Felt the bass in my fingernails
They told me freestyle Mak, no pasta
Tryna eat like Garfield with lasagna
Extra cheese extra beats no problem
Worked all summer just to find some peace
Found out I wasn't supposed to be in these streets
That's when I looked around and saw the streets in me
Left behind drama now I can chill with the heat
My only problem now is avoiding police
Escape routes turn into movies and dreams
Lets meditate now and escape the scenes
Put down the thuggin and try to be clean
Prayed so hard that I ripped my jeans
A puddle on concrete that made me bleed
But what do you know, it grew a rose
Poetic Thoughts that saved my soul

Mak Nikova (Hook)

Can't let go when I get the flow
Get the flow, got the flow
(Bringing back sweet memories)
Up shits creek now watch me row
Watch me row
(Bringing back sweet memories)

Mak Nikova (Verse 2)

Quit actin' low, and shaky like the bass
Remember them times I put a smile on your face
So many frowns you faked, actin like you hate
That I pushed you away and that made you wait
You changed a lot, I became a thought
Of what you wanted for another man, they never can
Remember that time that I held your hand
And your other one was acting like a fan
Sweet Memories, like many Halloweens
Use to go with fro wigs now I got one G
Just a city kid tryna find some treats
But everyday they stereotyped me a beast
Can't find my money thinkin you don't love me
Then I use to get mad like why would you judge
Kept them thoughts to turn'em into funds
Got my savings like I brought my lunch
Well it wasn't love when I discovered that
Became a cupid to make it a rap
They say I'm this, I pray I'm that
I turn rhyme books into art of facts

Legend with a pen/
Let the story begin with the lessons in
Use to feel my words as the letters bend
Waiting for the club now they let us in
Metaphors for the girls of course
Cause they know how I write with no remorse
The fellas looking at me like Chuck Norris
A Bruce Lee Stan so I understand
I love lettin em think think they got the upperhand
I go back to the tracks and I run my plan
Just so you can say yo that's my jam
Even with no bread, don't be scared
Feel it in your soul let it move your head
Sometimes I get tired of being compared
So I might change how I land on snares
Looking at beats like a landing pad
Man I miss the beach not for the fad

Mak Nikova (Hook)