Carl Escobar - Brick, Booty, Bills [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Well here we go with a story for you all
Got a motherfucker hanging like a clock on the wall
Dryer than a towel when all his friends left
Took a wrong turn into drugs, wars, and theft

[Verse 1]
But he ain't ever been a good kid to start with
Got a motherfucker sick off the lean and acid drip
That he takes while on his shift and allow his mind to drip
And bring positivity, nah nigga, fuck that shit
Cuz in this world a lot of 18 year old niggas tryna strive
Or just tryna stay alive and I'm that type of guy
Yeah that kept me alive, though your bitch is shy
I'll let her order her food while I cum in her eye
And I'm praying for a brick, booty, and them dollar bills
Niggas know I never chill when I try and make them mils
They telling me that I'm the realest nigga in the game
Though I fuck with Taylor Gang and listen to a little Wayne
Mutherfucker stop, cuz I ain't even into fame
People tryna soil my name, bullets flowing to they brain (Damn)
You can tell that a nigga gone insane
Blowing out like Kurt Cobain when your girl screaming my name (UH)

[Break 1]
Alright, verse 2
Alright, let's do this

[Verse 2]
2 am thinking 'bout life and then
Drown myself in alcohol and Ritalin
Socking bitches in they face
Teaching them they place but
I don't really wanna hate
I just wanna get on time
Like am sorry for the wait (Yeah)
Fast beat, slow tune, looking at the moon
Then I slowly spoon your bitch in the afternoon
I don't give a fuck and I probably won't anytime soon (Yeah)
Get my zippo lighter and a couple friends
Run around town and start a couple friendly fires
No this nigga not for hire, swag
Set the world on fire
Bitch don't hate, admire
Cuz you might be the realest nigga til I show
Yeah I got that polo flow but know ain't for the low
This beat and verse got them niggas all like "whoa"
Like your girl when I penetrate her hole, black

[Break 2]
Yeah, you already know, let's get it

[Verse 3]
Getting trippy in my mind, gotta stimulate my vibe
So please don't blow my high, just tryna get the dollar signs
Fuck a bitch once or twice, don't take me for no fucking nice
Guy, gotta go before this hoe swallow up my load
Of mollies and zanies, Mary and yogurt bitch
I ain't Mac Miller, my blue slick like thriller, trick
Carl Escobar got it going on though
Stepping at the club, Adele, setting fire to the floor
Aye, swag, I ain't got no fucking problems
'less you count bad bitches, then I got a fucking problem
Why I refer to these songs? I ain't got a clue
I could start with TV shows, then I guess I'm Doctor Who
Who the fuck is that? I don't even watch TV
Except for Monday night RAW, you don't even see me
Swag, swag, swag, swag, swag, swag, swag, swag

[Break 3]
Yeah, Carl Escobar
TBA, to be announced
We're done here, that's it