Gorgeous Children - Through the Trench [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I'm cruising the trench with your wench
To my left, she inside of my tint
While you riding bench
I'm late night fucking yo bitch
Chapter 16 of the screw
Black, passion of the christ on my jewels
Serpents in front of my coupe
My Alfa Romeo is blue
Sprite dirty, Ndamukong Suh
Catch a boot, who is you?
We ain't cool, I'm the truth
Damn, man, I woulda thought you knew
Damn, man, I woulda thought you seen
Chartreuse color weed
And a cup of Hennessey
Couple freaks

I'm riding through the trench
With yo wench to my left

I'm riding through the trench
I think I like smell success
I think she know who she is
Glass slippers never fit

Glass slippers never fit
Glass slippers never fit
But cinderella suck a dick

Out of state plates, seven letters spell BERETTA
Cause I been a bitch killa, broke backs on the sofa
Cold villain, no feelings is how I'm feeling
Spent a summer down south, now she gotta fix her nose up
La Cosa knows her, you probably got her posters
All on your walls and I'm in the walls
I bend them bitches over
Red bone that's off the cobra
I don't know what I told her
But now she got her clothes off
Now I got a closeup
She gone before I woke up
I roll up that doja
And smoke up

Gas sippers, man them black black whippers
Never giving glass slippers to these hoes mane

I'm riding through the trench
With yo wench to my left

I'm riding through the trench
I think I like smell success
I think she know who she is
Glass slippers never fit