In2ition - Sex + Music = Life [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Produced by: The Etherealist & In2ition]

[Intro Hook]
Hope you listen to my music like 'yeah'
Girls come up to me in the parking lot like 'hey man'
Ain't that your tracks playing on the radio?
Ain't that your tracks playing?

[Verse 1]
Listening to rap music in the dark because it makes it better
Only turn out the lights to write these lyrics but never mind the matter
At hand: ain't that, it's whether my music makes you feel under the weather
I hope it gives you migraines, severs
All your tendons, snaps you leather trousers
The skin you show will make you better. No-one can make your
Brain cleverer, but at least your flies are tighter
Your s-sex hugs are as warm as a sweater
Baby, you make me a jet-setter. Come and find you and make you feel wetter
Rub your clitoris until it becomes split-personalitier
Deforming it like these words to make my rapping way nicer
Have more flow, get girls going down real low. Make you feel like
Getting on your knees and kissing my toes and while you're down there, do it all
Yeah, rub my dick. Suck it, bitch
Make you feel like you're loving it. It's a kind guy, but it's kinda uptight
So be careful not to piss it off, right?
Or it might just wake up in the middle of the night, have a bitch fight
Piss on you. Sweet-ass dick, wanna sit on it
You need a sticker for your behind: 'how's my driving?'
Baby, you like mine? Of course you do
I know that you do. Cum when you feel my hands on your bum
When you feel the touch of my dick
All thick and quick is the way that we roll. Mobbing around like 'yo'
Let's not waste a minute of this, ho
Let her go on top and do her shit, so
Then I turn around and fuck her surround-sound, making sure
I get all angles. Making sure I treat you like an angel
Like the sweet thing your dad thinks you are
Drops you at mine in his car and then he stares at ya
You tell him you'll be home tomorrow
He says he's worried about you. You say it's fine
It's only mine you're staying at for the night
I'll take good care of you; only touch you where I'm supposed to
Not let you have any Diet Coke after nine
You tell him it's fine and he don't believe you
Then I walk out just in time in my dressing gown
I'm yawning and complaining about the way that I'm
Too tired to compromise my night
And that me and you are just gonna watch a film
And go to bed. I stroke your head. I say to him
'Have a good night, sir. Drive safe and shit' and he smiles
Reassured by my acting skills, he turns to you
'Don't keep him up too late: you don't seem in a good state'
'Oh, I won't, daddy. Thank-you for the lift
I appreciate it.' And as his car turns the corner
My hug shows you my horn. Ah, yeah
My dressing gown comes down and you see my stick of sweetcorn
Ah, we go inside holding each other tight
As I grab you, have you, attack you
Make you feel like I'm fucking you for the first time, losing my mind
Breath so heavily, feel like I'm gonna die
Reach climax, cum in it; produce so much sperm
Feel like I'm starting an enterprise up in your vagina
Baby, why do we have to ever stop?
We're at the top of a sex table: all couples are dead below us
Not close enough to even blow us
But sweetie, no-one knows us. Knows we like we know we
Darling, please let me fuck you again
Send you up that ladder of love so your screams are
Heard from above. You must be dove, so beautiful
But so fucked up. We both are and that's what makes us stars
Never ever to part. Just remember, I love ya

[Outro Hook]
Yeah, I'm famous
So, so-so, so-so-so hot in the news right now