Cool Calm Pete - Wishes And Luck [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Hats off like he's a hard worker
Sucker for pretty girls, love torn tear jerker
Work with what he got, and what he got's a lot
But he ain't got much to prove, at least not now

And why not cause he's steady on the grind
Got the future on his mind and no time to unwind
But the years have been kind to his face
No trace of the heartache and hardship embrace
Laced on a Monday, feeling sort of tough guy
Light that shit, homie, easing out that rough ride
Some things never change and always fit
Like when Ed be like "yo, you remember that shit?" (well)

Well back to basics back to daily routines
Coming to you live from that borough of Queens
From half time, next game, first quarter
These drums are drenched cause we live by the water
Watch these sins drift under the bridge
And the soundtrack still inspiring kids
Now party people in the place to be
The name is Cool Calm Pete and he loves to emcee

Scrawl these syllables down to make money
I write rhymes cause life's that funny
What up dunny? You're barking up the wrong tree
You said something about fate now you lost me
Costly time for funds, I better cash out
No doubt yo baby I'mma take the long route
At least I'll know that I'm half way home
Cause at the end of the day we all die alone but
When in Rome just talk to these girls
Cause you don't need reasons to have fun in this world
Hurl another penny for the wishes and luck
And this is for my people who ain't giving a fuck

It goes on and on and on and
It goes on and on and on and
It goes on and on and on and
It goes uh uh uh uh uh a-break it down...
(shout outs)

They calling you a criminal, the TV spins
News update caught on 1010 WINS
A newfangled outlook and whatnot
Lost focus caught staring at them sunspots
Blind and bitter, latter day afflictions
Neither here nor there, recollections
You're bright eyed, bushy tailed, I'm off beat
Fangs full of drool; jonesing for fresh meat
Back in Brooklyn used to drink duece dueces
Paint fumes, rooftop, summertime ruthless
Half court, second floor, whiskey reckless
Mad job, jaded like my grandma's necklace
Scuffle with egos, brand new sciences
Musical chairs, same old alliances
Still flirting with disaster, she want a date
Sacrifice the queen, checkmate

A hardy meal from the soul kitchen cookbook
About face-- real time shook
180-- brand new Mercedes
Street clothes tight thugged out eighties
Yo ain't it crazy how this shit come back
And in a blink of an eye it's like shit is all wack
Copy cat face the blow up spots
They kill it, milk it, exploit it, and shop
Nonstop cause they're tryna hock memories
To the highest bidder straight to the assembly
A felony not to call these fakes out
So bent out of shape I even look left out
Misshapen mutated for the front page
Rap for life, minimum wage
You're all the rage the kids just wanna bug
Same lonely girl just wanna cut a rug

Send in the search party, man, I'm looking for hope
Have you seen this delicate creature? The answer is "nope"
Baffled by the coordination, pretty girls jump rope
Slinging through these loopholes pretty warm coat
Rock that shit homie, the climate is frigid
Rough and tumble mumble left these dry lips lipid
Vivid is the picture read it off the text
Blow up like Funkmaster Flex sound effects
Smash you through these modern walls what a hindrance
Rocking throw back mid 90s ignorance
Remember 8th grade your eyes looking glossy
Wrasslin you reptiles like that crazy Aussie (Crikey!)
These days are hard on the psyche
Two double-0 5 still scuffing up my Nikes
No back seats, it's the cool calm track meet
Run amok, don't give a fuck - you can't catch me