Bobby Capri - Room Full Of Strangers (RFOS) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Bobby Capri]

I was never mediocre, greatness was immediate
Meetings with a mediator couldn't come between it
I'm an artiste
Like Metta World Peace
I'm-a need the world, fuck giving me just a piece
I have to do it major, fuck a justice of the peace
I want the whole shebang, couple Angels, and a priest
4-door 5, 45% angle the seats
Fortune 500, somewhere hanging on the beach
Before all I wanted was a couple Cuban links
Now the goal is Mark Cuban, puffing Cubans with a drink
Out in Cuba like I'm Jay, Frank Lucas in a mink
Bumping into Cuba Gooding Jr. sooner than you think

[Hook: Bobby Capri]

I never had a silver spoon
But I will soon
Never had contacts, 'til the smoke filled the room
Now my little black book, got a couple volumes
Got me making small talk in pretty large rooms
(Yeah, yeah) I'm in a room full of strangers
(Yeah, yeah) I'm in a room full of strangers
(Yeah, yeah) I'm in a room full of strangers
And this money in my pocket's the only familiar faces

[Verse 2: Bobby Capri]

I will never be content with the continent I'm on
Got the kind of tint you can't see through on the Continental
Whip the Lincoln through the Lincoln Tunnel
Linking up with models
Lincoln Lawyers that we pay to do the thinking for us
Who can back up what I'm saying. Me, I'm thinking forward
Room full of strangers, on the brink of paranoia
In the VIP, no ones seem to be important
But everything's embroidered
Boat shoes. Ain't no Jordans
Bitches popping "Blue Dolphins" it boost up their endorphins
She gon' top me off, and all my kids end up as orphans
Got Annes' in her panties
Kobe Bryant type extortion
Looking at me like a come up, just so she can shop at Nordstrom

[Hook: Bobby Capri]

I never had a silver spoon
But I will soon
Never had contacts, 'til the smoke filled the room
Now my little black book, got a couple volumes
Got me making small talk in pretty large rooms
(Yeah, yeah) I'm in a room full of strangers
(Yeah, yeah) I'm in a room full of strangers
(Yeah, yeah) I'm in a room full of strangers
And this money in my pocket's the only familiar faces