B.G. - Crib (Remix of Jungle by Drake) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I’ve never been much of a story teller
Let me make you a scene, because There ain’t nothing better

If you’re feeling dark grey, paint you a picture of yellow
You Can’t listen or see, Feel it out like Helen Keller. For Better

Or worse. I mean it’s
Kinda Hurts. I mean it’s
You smile. i mean it’s
You’re fine I mean it

Your Eyes, I’ve seen them
Goodbye, You beat it
Goodnight, You’re treated
I mean Hi, that was all just a dream and

It’ll never go
Now you’re back in the room, alphabet soup and letter o

Heart Healthy and clean, looks like you’re eating your cheerios
But the doctors can’t see, what’s in your mind and they’ll never know, never know

*Chorus*

Rock me real slowly

Put a bib on me

I’m just like a baby

Drooling over you

*chorus end*

Everything's fading red, The toy on it’s head
The poem you read, The words that you said

On the floor as you’re leaving the room. The petals
Are strewn, they popped a balloon

I guess you forgot to get well soon
It can’t be this simple goodnight moon
You never a person who carried a tune
You’d watch the Tv and you'd try to croon

Along, even though it sounds wrong, to your favorite songs

Why the hell did we watch that shit every thursday?

We could have watched it on friday or on sunday or on monday
What a fun day we had

I watch the future break like glass
Watch the present give way to a better past

But this is it, today is the last
And there’ll never be anything after that, my head’s in your lap

*Chorus*

Are we still good? x5

[End]