DJO - 1938 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Grains of sand and sea salt on my lips
Her silhouette reminiscent of a solar eclipse
And yesterday I met a dreadlocked amigo
We talked a lot, he sold me tree on the D low
Even tho I'm from the Wheel in the east coast
I feel like the sea knows it's my real home
Beautiful women, with sun kissed skin
Got me feeling underwater like a sunken ship
Man i could lay here and smoke 100 spliffs
Blow O's and burn through a couple onions of kit
When the fun gone end?
I think never
All the money Imma spend
Because the weather
Kinda funny my friends found me
Surrounded by algae
A little tipsy a couple hundred yards from the ground
See it's something bout the pure bliss on everyone's faces
A reaction we should see more, not just on vacation
In these places we're aimless
Shameless, not next to our neighbors
Nothing constraining our veins
No need for knowledge or labor
Don't want know no violence or cable
Just put it all on the table
Catch the table on fire
Sit and watch from a dune
That's a possessional pyre
And baby, I'm in the mood
Just me and you, some lazy tunes
A little mary and booze
Man and woman fall in love on the beach
I've heard much scarier news

Just keep me close
And stare at the horizon
Point a finger
That'll be the next island
In the blink of an eye we will be flying

Neo jazz and a volleyball game
Can barely skate, but I'll ollie all day
I'm at a beach bar, obvious I'm underaged
But the girl didn't care, she just gave me the drink
She told me to get outta here, and spread a little love
I looked her in her eyes and said, that's what's up
With a smile she said don't drown tonight
I laughed and responded with, that sound aight

Just keep me close
And stare at the horizon
Point a finger
That'll be the next island
In the blink of an eye we will be flying

X2

This the magic rapping act
Imagine that, I pack the gat
If you attack my lads
I'll snap your backs in half
I'm gonna hack and slash your ass
And after that i'll pack the grass
You lack the facts to rap with class
And that is that
I do not want your ratchet clap
I hackysack while rapping fast
Your acting trash, go back to fap
I trap trap trap and pass the dabs
You took a nap, now you're in last
You in the past, move to the future
You on a bike, i'm in the uber
You're girl a dyke, you know i duck and move her
I say good luck to losers
Cuz they need a fucking booster
I truck a mothafucka do not need to make maneuvers
Blue suede soccer shoes from umbra
Constantly completing goals
Then i sit back and puff the hookah
I'll be laying in the hammock
You will know my name soon bruh