DevTheArtist - My Sound [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook: DevTheArtist]
I can't front but this is my sound
I can't front but this is my sound


Man I'm rollin'
(I'm rollin'!)
I'm so stoned I'm rollin' (I'm rollin'!)
I'm so stoned I'm rollin'


I can't front but this is my sound


Man I'm rollin'
(I'm rollin'!)
I'm so stoned I'm rollin' (I'm rollin'!)
I'm so stoned I'm rollin'


I can't front but this is my sound


[Verse 1: DevTheArtist]


I'm sittin' out these clouds
And I'm never goin' down
As I fly to outta' space
You know I roll another ounce


My music is so loud
My blunts are so so loud
And people like you blow my high
I just don't want you around


Quit buggin' me cause I'm high
Spliff mornings lit to get by
Straight retro shit
So I'm off of this
Im dope as shit
But not fly


Ugh...


I could tell if they hatin'
And the fakes ones always sayin'
"The money won't ever make me"


I say, "Bullshit..."


They false claimin' that they loyal
Only loyal can spot loyal
You want loyal I can show you


Ugh...


They try to hate
It don't phase me
Bypass your words so just pay me
I'm after cars I'm not after ya
I wake up early, and smoke lazy


I'm dodging calls and that's lately
I dodge the broads they can't date me
But I swear to ya, and that half of ya
I mean most of ya, ya just crazy


I'll smoke a pound and I'll fly my ship
And I'll land this bitch and land safely
'Bout to smoke this pound
I can't even front but this right here my sound


[Verse 2: DevTheArtist]
I'm trippin' cause I'm sippin'
No slippin' cause I'm winnin'
I'm thinkin' should I kill it
I just don't want to ever finish


I'm rollin up to get blazed
Man I'm rollin' up just in case
Man I roll it up and I burn it down
And I'm blowin' up like grenades
(Boom!)


I focus on what you lack
I'm dope as shit I don't trap
Stop callin' me cause I won't call back
Ya don't need to know where I'm at


I'm floatin' above the next level
I'm rollin' up straight mental
I'm turnin' up
Fuck turnin' down
Don't ask again if I tell you


I'm so stoned and I'm rollin'
I don't know where I'm goin'
I'm on this plane smokin' MaryJane
And I'm not the one to be jokin'


I'm boutta fly to Mars..
And I swear I'm not comin' back
While you listen to my track
I keep the truth like proven facts


I'm zoomin' in my coupe
And my gas tank is filled with red bull
Let that bitch grow some wings
Turnin' time into flight schedules


I'll smoke a pound and I'll fly my ship
And I'll land this bitch and land safely
'Bout to smoke this pound
I can't even front but this right here my sound let's go


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