Chef Chainey - Road Trip Thinkin' [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Chef Chainey]

Ignoring everything that's bringing trouble to my mind
I ain't with these bitches talking bullshit all the time
Bitch don't kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe
Got the Kendrick CD someone please put it inside
Playing smooth jams all day shun
Man we rollin', smokin', tokin' like we on one
You can smoke sumn, girls let us poke sumn
I'm that nasty Niggah in your ear tryna provoke sumn
Wishful thinkin', I got a proposition
Baby sit down & listen
We could get a little R Kelly in the kitchen
Make sure you’re grown though
Ain't tryna meet the popo
But these bitches always acting older on the low low
‘I never knew’ is the best excuse
To go to jail now yo ass is loose
Goddamn it, few months ago you had the juice!
I ain't tryna be a dick, hahaha, but you ‘82 & she ‘96

[Pre Chorus: Chef Chainey]

Man we gotta go
Let me freshen up my clothes
Trippin' while we're road trippin
That's the way it goes
No one stressing bout these hoes
Maybe you are on the low
But you gotta let it
But you gotta let it go

[Chorus: Chef Chainey]

& you'll be fine
You ain't gotta worry bout the bullshit all the time
I know you on the grind
You ain't gotta let it always take over your mind
All the time, My Niggah

[Verse 2: Chef Chainey]

Man I'm actin like I don't even, hear all this shit
People talking all the time could we just chill out a bit
We going, straight hippie
420, Trippy
Esoteric with it, if you dizzy you can miss me
People always tryna be on some theatrical shit
Theatrical ass Niggahs can hop off of my dick
I feel like, I'm just tryna chill
Maybe make a mill
Make it with my dawgs but bitches Crulla De Vil
Now tell me how it feel
When nobody keep it real
When every corner you turn
Someone got the steal
Man I ain't even tryna stress
I'm tryna get up kick it back & maybe light the cess
I’m hollerin’

[Pre Chorus: Chef Chainey]

Man we gotta go
Let me freshen up my clothes
Trippin' while we're road trippin
That's the way it goes
No one stressing bout these hoes
Maybe you are on the low
But you gotta let it
But you gotta let it go

[Chorus: Chef Chainey]

& you'll be fine
You ain't gotta worry bout the bullshit all the time
I know you on the grind
You ain't gotta let it always take over your mind
All the time, My Niggah