Gee Wiz - Groove witcha [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Groove witcha
Intro rap

Trigga finger got tired of squeezing
An allergic reaction that got me sneezing
Aaatchu!!! as the pills begin their work
On the recovery bed a wizard is born

Wake up Trigga, my six a.m alarm
Insomnia doing the brain and body harm
Warm milk, coffee?, nah I'd rather have a joint
Live my life wild and free before vanishing point
Mix work with pleasure, my pleasure
Since my job gives me no room for leisure
A number is dialled, Name 'sobbing Dessa"
Hello on the othe line like, he's my treasure

Chorus

Where u at girl, wanna groove witcha
Replace your frown with a 'aha"
Maybe I can show your a brighter picture
Your still life for my caricature

Rap 1
You can't think nothing but that picture
Lying ass creature
Reminising his promises to be witcha
You losing self confidence
Mind's become tense
Seeing double and tripple outta your third eye lense

Remember his words "I would never leave you'
The same homie is the one who raped you and beat you
You find it hard to move on since that players gone
You trust no one and now roll with a gun?

The night is but for a while soon you'll see the sun
Confront your fears like a soldier you dont gotta run
From the memories of hurt frustration and pain
Refrain from thinking too much, it'll give you a headache

The past sure can't be changed
But you can change tomorrow by your actions today
Next time you'll watch the kinda man that you embrace
Failures and mistakes can be a bridge not a barricade

Rap 2

The phone rings, 'Its gee wiz you may speak
Holla at your boy, the checkmate technique
Listening ears the motto of the week
To be followed by, "its weekend let us meet"

I know a jazz hip hop club downtown
Decorated in colors black white and brown
Be ready at 12, I'll be coming around
Till a few hours later becomes right now

High heeled footstep sounds dances into the car
On moving wheels, smoke burn lips not from a cigar
Siren lights, police checkpoint not afar
Screeching tyres leave U-turn marks on the tarr

We find ourselves back at my place
Slow music and rum to slow down the pace
Tipsy eyes show visions of a hundred meter race
Skin lay on skin, target lower than the waist

Deeper than space, I penetrate
The king size bed shakes like an eartthquake
Crash for the night, face the morning comments
'You're glowing girl', by your best friend Carmen