Built To Write - Peace Of Pi [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]

[Hook: Face Valyou]
So keep doing your thing. We'll be doing the same
Or something different, I'm cool with a change
There's nothing to it. Fluid as rain
It's a peace of pi, no need to explain
Let me hit you with game. Keep doing your thing
My fellas are kings. My ladies are queens
We're making the scene. Some say it's the genes
If there's a jump-off, I got music to bring

[Verse 1: Inqwesson]
I was ihrie and Marley jammin', drunk at the party dancin'
I rubbed up on her, didn't say shit like Charlie Chaplin
Could be a fan of Elvis, the way she worked her pelvis
We got retarded with it. Probably should've worn a helmet
Now she's cool with the fellas, but she a'int over-zealous
We got together, to hell if it made them bitches jealous
She's pulling on my t-shirt. I'm pulling on that reefer
We got our feet up on the speakers. Put her onto Nina
No tracks and needles, but cut her off at sobriety
I don't want a dependent. So dope, she can rely on me
Trying to get lifted and kick it as high as me
The skies are the limit but I'm limitless, flying free
Alright, if doing her thing's wrong, it feels right
She got a real tight frame and brains that build twice
She watch the show, check the flow, said the skill's nice
Then dropped it low, I got frozen like still-life

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Face Valyou]
I feel the vibe like a silent movie. She's kind of a cutie
Trying to seduce me. I'm a pirate for giant booty
Her smile's a doozy, my style's exclusi'
It was a 'bute of a Tuesday, diamonds in the sky with Lucy
After work at the pool, keep it cool as a coozie
Hit a barbeque. Dance, some Funyuns and Fugees
We had some private duty. Chilling getting more familiar
I've got a foreign pilsner, she's got a glass of Pinot
Sipping DeWarr's Silver, and relax your ego
With the class of a jazz trio, or Al Pacino
Shorty's jalapeno. We got wild as juvies
Her show's on NatGeo. It's always sunny like DeVito
Knows the deal. No interest in dummies
She's down to get funky, plus holds her liquor lovely
We did our thing, it was a peace of pi
When it clicks you won't even need to try

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Doc Science]
She was Brittney and Lindsay wil'n. Our own private island
We're chilling out, you know I'm partial to that warmer climate
I'm here to paint the town. The way that she get down
I had a feeling she had lineage from James Brown
A certified dime, Jack of all trades
My Queen of the night yo, with Don King game
Got an Ace up her sleeve, so combined, we're straight
She cooks well. Paula Dean, with Chinese taste
I breathe the ocean air, laid back, lounge chair
James Dean, black frame, shorty had the same pair
Feeling debonair, care-free, playing Fred Astaire
On the balcony her derriere shakes to the snare
Like a tambourine, same as hair
Mean magazine pose, she got that Maybeline stare
Hold the line back like she playing for the Bears
But never mind that, yo, her elegance is rare

[Hook]

[Outro]