CYNE - Nicers [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1 – Cise Star]
Slick body cools, move gravel on the side
Grind nine to five as if some petty crime
Stop on the time and flip lemons and limes
Stay fresh to the death and steps into the CYNE
Tastes like water, you is heavenly father
Never lost my hair so never needing a barber
The wall can't stop me, baby, so why bother?
So bust Hollywood, I'll move to Valhalla
Crazy, amazing, still life's a painting
Picasso a fossil, Michelangelo save me
Pain all around. My God, the gods crazy
Zeus ran the juice with shock, but Pac's angry
Oh did he hold it? Watch and wonder shows it
He more like Thor with whores and through the motions

[Hook x2 – Akin & Cise Star]
Yes I sip PBR in the mornings
Tanqueray and juices makes the truth flawless
Grey like goose, I'm loose so beg pardon
Everyday's Saturday
He's out of the office!

[Verse 2 – Akin]
Night life like Anime. Do the Bartman
Raddest shit, baddest shit—ask Cartman
Nutty as Cudi, right?
For dead presidents, I pledge no allegiance
Meaning? I'm now a resident
It's sick with the liquid ink, son of a linguist
Way too cunning for y'all, I'll extinguish
Petty flame, everything, find the pop shit
It must be illusion so grand, it's microscopic
Rep West Africa—home to many prophets
Courts with big dicks prescribe plain logic
Home of the wisest, Pulitzer's for prizes
Did he come fuck with that? I'll advise you
Lowlifes to roll like some broke-ass socialites
Party over here. Haha, it's all right
Fucka!

[Hook x2 – Akin & Cise Star]
Yes I sip PBR in the mornings
Tanqueray and juices makes the truth flawless
Grey like goose, I'm loose so beg pardon
Everyday's Saturday
He's out of the office!

[Verse 3 – Cise Star]
Yes, baby, I'm matching. I'm so polo classic
Like Johnny Walker with his Walkman blasting
Dianetics, so my engrams are better
Bordello especial—we relapse together
So, yes, with double fist. Don't go ask me for shit
‘Cause everything you get, you gotta work hard for it
In my Solo Cup, mix the shit that's luscious
Got a direct hit on your battleship
Damn, he a phantom, so Cobra Commander
He drunk as a skunk, Bacardi, yo, in the Fanta
Look at him dancing, get at me honey
Haha, I'm such a Casanova