Jay Swolo - Tylenol [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Jay Swolo]
AM, no nyquil, now wake up for that kite feel
This slight work on that night deal
Future shit, no tight bills
Quarterbackin' that nickel dime, that's ESP at PM
"OMG" when they see us, "who dat!" when you see him
The weekend is your life nigga
Hell yeah fucking right trigga
That's a headshot and I take them
Touchdown when I take off
Doin' old shit wit my new friends
My old homies they been gone
That medication might kill y'all
Prescriptions and them pills cost

[Bridge]
Niggas steady crying like they lost in court
Balling out and we don't even play the sport
Claiming it's a problem
But don't have the balls
So if we causin' headaches
Get that Tylenol

[Hook]
Aspirin, Advil, pour it up, pop it off
Acetaminophen, super fiends, line em up
Knock em off!

(If you a)Hatin' ass nigga get the Tylenol
(If you a)Flakey ass bitch get the Tylenol
No double checks you never next
Like not at all
I'm runnin' shit your progress slowing to a crawl

[Verse 2]
Rip it, feel it, flex it
Fill it, kill it, you gotta respect it
Lame niggas huntin' attention
I keep a cool head, so I gotta neglect it
My only competition, in the mirror
I gotta deflect it
The flyest nigga in the game
No radar I'm never detected
Turnt the fuck up when I'm kickin' em out
Martin no Gina, you turnt the fuck down
Stuck in a box, and you lost in the crowd
PGR King buildin' Rome in 2 hours
Never lying, I'm canine nigga, releasing the hounds
Droppin' Audition Day, here's my number
Hol' up, they calling me now


(Outro)
Yeah, and I guess, I just wanna be great...
Hope it ain't too late
Everything I do is for a reason, it has a purpose
Not sure if you know this
But I hope you noticed, and I hope you know this
Cuz this ain't showbiz, this shit's my life
And I can't do it wrong, if I gotta do it right
It ain't nothin' left but to go up
Cuz I can't go down, I gotta show my stuff and this is
Audition Day, cannot let it, it get away
I'm just trying to, show my face to the world and
This is my day, right?
But I guess not...
Cuz my city don't love my shit if it ain't hot
And bitches don't love me if I can't sing
And what the fuck that mean? This right here is Tylenol
Cuz this weak shit and this lame shit give me a headache
I'm just tryna talk some real shit to ya
Cuz I ain't tryna drop this shit like a day late
It's AD. PGR is not a movement, it's not a gang, it's not a group
It's not a clan. It's who I am
You know who I'm trying to be? The motherfuckin' man
Who the fuck gone stop me now, if that's my motherfuckin' plan, right?
So you lame ass niggas, and you hatin' ass bitches
I'm shuttin' niggas down, like I'm flippin' motherfuckin' switches
And everytime you talk, all you dudes is blowin' smoke
Clown ass niggas, yeah you lookin' like a joke
I'm done wit it, I'm out. Shut ya fucking mouth
I'm soaring, I'm soaring to the motherfuckin' clouds
Tylenol. AD