A-Roy - On a Mission [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Chorus x2)
Hop on a late flight
We having date night
I’m on a mission, girl
I’m hoping we can get it tight (2x)[You know that I can hit it right]
Would that be alright? (2x)[I know just what you like]

I know you prob’ly thinking I’m just that playa type
Scheming for a hole in one, only texting late at night
Yea I’m on the green, chasing dreams without the clubs
Tiger Woods skills- but no cheap thrills I’m dreaming of
I caught you peepin’ me, but you tried to play it off
Thought you was feelin’ me- appears perhaps the vibe was false?
Or maybe I should pay the cost for holding your attention
My swagger caught your eye so now you need some more convincing
No more chillin’ in the cut, I’m stepping your direction
Damn this mall is crowded, top of that your homegirl’s protecting
Cock-blocking- as I slide up in the Louis store
Waiting for the moment, not tryna’ be up on it
Too strong, my rhyme is cunning like a Troubadour
Blown is my mind when you turn I see that booty-
You’re wrong; still I gently tug your hand
Pardon me for disturbing but do you have a man?

(Chorus x2)

I’m shootin’ straight no chaser with my introduction
Not A-Roy the rapper- meet Alan, the future husband
Full of substance, you’ll never find a better brother
No pimpin’, just passion, you’ll never find a better lover
But you don’t understand my kind
Your intuition’s giving a false sign
‘Cause I’m the type of brother that’ll love you long time
And I don’t wanna touch your body yet, I wanna fuck your mind
It sounds raunchy but feel me if you’re clever
The naughty girls’ll never reach your level
‘Cause baby you something special
Why the hell you think that I’m approaching
‘Cause playas get chose by hoes, but queens get chosen
And Royalty is in my lineage, literally
Real name, no gimmicks, this was given to me
No game, real lyrics that I’m spittin’
Real man with a plan and a vision, I hope you listenin’…

(Chorus)

Let me be frank, baby beauty is a blessing
And I wouldn’t be getting at you if you wasn’t exceptional
Respectable, no flash wit ass hanging out
Showing class but still bad, got me thinking ‘bout
What I wanna do to you
Set the mood in my bedroom
Grooving to the soft music in the nude
Hold up…I sound rude, talking so uncouth
But I’m simply just admitting the truth
It’s obvious I’m caught up
Don’t mean to offend you with these images I thought of
Hopefully you’ll see I’m serious
To find out what you feeling too, you really got me curious
So I’m hoping you’re considering
To roll with me, stroll with me to the food court
So we can sit and get some grub, and if your time is short
Then slip me your digits, and I will do the same
But before we make a move, you never told me, what’s your name?