Bobby Woody - Rolling In The Deep (Remix) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Adele:
There's a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch and it's bring me out the dark
The scars of your love remind me of us
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
The scars of your love, they leave me breathless
I can't help feeling
We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside your hand
And you played it to the beat

Bobby Woody:
You say I'm like those other guys. You're crazy
And I know you're not the same as other girls because you'd date me
So hate me. Today can be as blue as October
That can wait. Text me when September is over.
Cuz' that's when we can start over, right?
You call every girl I know "thirsty." Stop being such a hypocrite
And drink that Coca-Cola. Stop your wining
Would you like some Gorgonzola while you're on the sofa watching Chowder and crying?
(Your heffer friends ain't here to help you this time.)
Go ahead. Keep on calling me a dick like that'll stick
You're coming at me for no reason like the Army in Battleship
And I'm the alien willing to compromise
Why can't we be friends? Because you see without your eyes
Stevie Wonder. Superstition
That's the real word for female intuition
Girl, I hope you hear this right after I finish
I hope the whole world sees what a nigga's been driven to be
Not a Dark Knight
Just a guy who's not afraid to lose you over you understanding what's right
I'm not wrong. Just forever alone
It's a generational gender gap and it's time for you to know
So, at that next party we both show up with our friends
I say "wassup?" You walk off to the bathroom with some jin
It's okay. Play it safe. Be cool. Pretend to be artsy
Text me a few hours later. "I saw you at that party."
It's a two way conversation. One of us don't feel like talking
You tell C to see her way out, but B's about to be walking
Small nigga, but tall enough to have gone swimming
Shallow bitches, but some deep enough to call women
Keep hoing yourself out tryna find a real nigga
Started from the bottom like Drake. How we get here, nigga?
No answer. If you come to my house, just bring me lotion
Because I'd rather do me than do you or your emotions

And im ashy