Just B. Polo - High Music [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro - Big Bird sample]
Music, I had a mysterious dream about making music
Mr. Maestro
Me? Orchestra? Are you kidding?
The music goes round and round like so…

[Hook]
We get (High) and make (Music)
We get (High) and make (Music)
We get (High) make (Music) Get (High) make (Music)
Get (High) make (Music) Get (High High High)
(High) make (Music)Get (High) make (Music)
Get (High) make (Music) Get (High High High)

[Verse 1 - Just B. Polo]
My music more than a hobby the clock is melting like Dalí
Robotic the flow is Wall-E I’m rolling a Mike and Molly
Got aunts, Uncles, and cousins that asking what field I’m up in
I tell them I work construction, I build a beat up from nothing
I’m puffing it all in one shot, cops check the pockets
Scene kids love me, I’m a hot topic
What been shaking like maracas, I’ll be flyer than a rocket
While my team is getting (high) like we’re going up on the active
And I been under some heat, the guys I’m with are discrete
Either used to do drugs, or they’re high enough for the week
And I’m rapping [wrapping] for the present, I’m right up under the tree
Because there’s something about the truth when you lying under the sheets see
Weed got me buzzing like a lobby
I’mma hit this shit like Rocky ‘till its kicked, Mr. Miyagi
And my body say “Hey papi, I’ve been shutting down you copy?
Because I’ve had it with your drinking and smoking”, I told him that I get

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - D. Mauz]
You getting high? I’m getting higher. They say I’ma frequent flyer
I got frequent flyer milage, high as hell I’m a pilot
Look in the sky, its a bird, its a plane
I transform in the booth, I must be super man
(Like dun-dun-dun-da) But I got a natural high so don’t pass me the blunt
See every word I say stick, because I spit hot fire
Like my breath stink, please somebody pass me the gum
Man I’m just getting high off life, the blunt that never end
Smoke it by myself, so its only one hit
But nevertheless your girl still give me dumb head
Because she know I’m getting hella dough, and you only getting crumb bread
Still don’t get it? Way your girl rode my broom stick ‘cuz I got big balls like quidditch
And you know I blessed her (Achoo) the sickest
R.I.P the beat, rip this, still getting

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Jalen]
Wake up, feeling blessed then roll up
No this bitch ain't mine, I stole her
Hit this good then my mind goes solar
A nigga can’t recall one time being sober
South side soldier, boy I thought I told ya
I had dreams of blowing O’s right before I speak on Oprah, Hold up
I don’t really think nobody colder
Not even the polars that used to model for Coca-Cola (Uh)
I used to try and sit beside the stars
Now I’m so high when I look down I just see Mars
Swimming through the galaxy they after me of course
Because I’m married to the Jane until we’re happily divorced
Oop I meant the game, isn’t it a shame
That a nigga so high, he just hit his head on a plane (Uh)
Now they love my music ‘cuz thats all they tend to sing and
Since you don’t know the ropes, i don’t think that you can hang, we just like to get

[Hook]