BC - Sloppy Jane [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I said, “I’ll come scoop, 9:30” never early
But never late, the occasion, celebrate
The homie got into biz school and this fool
Used to get higher than Wiz do but it’s cooooooool
She said, “Yeah come through
Still getting ready, and my friend’s coming too”, “Who?”
“You remember my homegirl, you met her at the homegirl’s party last Halloween”
“Ooooooooooooooooooh I remember that costuuuume
She looked right in it” Now she’s ridin' with
Show up, no booze, just wine to sip
She’s confused lookin for a lime to split
The homie’s like, “Why’d she put a lime in it?”
I told him, “Right? I don’t know but I’m with it”
4 glasses in, now she feelin right
Chuggin' that like Miller Light…

Don’t be so sloppy, take your time, it’s only wine
Don’t be so sloppy, take your time, it’s only wine
Don’t be sooooooooooooooo turnt

“Toast to success, toast to the stress
Toast to the lessons learned, toast to the tests
Toast to the answers we got right when we guessed
And toast to her homegirl lookin a mess ahhhhhhhh
Just tellin the truth
Why you gettin all emotional now? I’m just messin with you”
By the time she had a reply in mind, she was over it
Nothing in her glass and she noticed it
Meanwhile, my boy’s tryna spit his best game at this other chick
Hyping himself up, he’s lovin' it
All I hear is somethin bout Wharton’s application
And his future aspirations to work for Goldman Sachs
Or something like that, she said, “Nigga, relax!”
He said, “That’s that mentality that’s holding us back!”
It was on to the next
And Sloppy Jane’s lookin like game in that dress…

Don’t be so sloppy, take your time, it’s only wine
Don’t be so sloppy, take your time, it’s only wine
Don’t be sooooooooooooooo turnt

Now the tables turned, Asian family style
My boy’s tryna get it in, Jane’s down
Not his type but he’ll settle like Jamestown
Sloppy Jane needs a Sloppy Joe
So he steps up to the plate like DiMaggio
Hitting streak on the line, how far could he go?
Is she the new Monroe? Temporarily
Not necessarily but apparently nobody doesn’t like Sara Lee
That’s a double meaning I made up right now, some type of symbolism
No time for indecision, nor inhibitions
No intermission, till he’s in her Mission
Dippin like Brown Bag White Round Tortilla Chips
Pitchin, curves and he’s swingin'
Down in the count, smooth words got her clingin'
Crowd getting loud, all a blur to her vision
He said, “I’m bout my business”, took Jane the distance…

Don’t be so sloppy, take your time, it’s only wine
Don’t be so sloppy, take your time, it’s only wine
Don’t be sooooooooooooooo turnt