Baby Keem - Birds & the Bees [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Pre-Chorus: Feist]
Honey, honey, out on the sea
In the Doldrums thinking of me
Me on dry land thinking of he
Honey, honey, not next to me

[Chorus: Baby Keem]
Monday, Tuesday, you comin' with Wyseem
Ayy, Thursday, you gon' meet Baby Keem
Friday, I'ma see to your needs
But on Saturday, we practicin' the birds and the bees

[Verse 1: Baby Keem]
I ain't mad, I ain't mad, I ain't mad, I ain't mad
Bitch, I'm tired of lyin' to you and actin' like it's fact
I hate a curious bitch, always askin', "What's that?"
When I say that I am Boo, that mean I'm never comin' back
Shawty keep that dog in the kennel
Her man bought the dog, he just didn't have it in him
I just hit my stride, let you clean up my momentum
I was duckin' all the drama, spent the summer gettin' thinner
Lil' piece of work, shе's a bad mama jamma
I get freaky with her, hit it raw, forgot thе condom
She was fuckin' with me back when I would drive the Honda
She be ready for me, I don't tell her when I'm comin'

[Pre-Chorus: Feist]
Honey, honey, out on the sea
In the Doldrums thinking of me
Me on dry land thinking of he
Honey, honey, not next to me

[Chorus: Baby Keem]
Monday, Tuesday, you comin' with Wyseem
Ayy, Thursday, you gon' meet Baby Keem
Friday, I'ma see to your needs
But on Saturday, we practicin' the birds and the bees

[Verse 2: Baby Keem]
Tell my bros, "Get them hoes" to the truck, then the Bnb
Shawty got an ego (Ego), she always tryna leave with me
Young nigga put you on that plane like you B.o.B
Your boyfriend a clown, we like to call that nigga B-O-B
She wan' touch the aux, I'm like, "Bitch, just vibe"
You be actin' shy in person, but be tweakin' online
You always get your way, I see conceited in your eyes
You been poutin' in the truck, sittin' quiet all ride

[Chorus: Baby Keem]
Monday, Tuesday, you comin' with Wyseem
Ayy, Thursday, you gon' meet Baby Keem
Friday, I'ma see to your needs
But on Saturday, we practicin' the birds and the bees
[Outro: Feist]
Honey, honey, up in the trees
Fields of flowers deep in his dreams
Lead them out to sea by the east
Honey, honey, food for the bees