Just B. Polo - Think Of Us [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1 - Just B. Polo]
I'm a..
Paraplegic with a, pair of new shoes on my feet
Paraphernalia in a, parallel world and I see
Got class like potpourri, and I'm
Short, but they're never looking over me
And you can go and get a drink, I'mma hold the weed
Because I'll grow the words, and I'll smoke the beat
And they know it's me, hard to miss it
All about the money, it's a part of business
All I really care about is me, myself, and JBP I'm narcissistic
Hard to miss it, you apart and distant
So I'll give a call that'll get you faster
Park and listen, "You a star who's missing"
So I'm killing you again like Kenny you bastards
Master, you've been going cross the nation with a
Movement dude it's like assassination
We the MAP, four of a kind, but we the
Best in the deck like a pack of aces
Had to break in and hack the faces
Sack your quarterback back to bases
"What the hell is this? Wack, I hate this"
No strings attached, so you lack the laces
Back to bases, proposition
I can taste it, competition
Plus I'm wasted and I'm gone and wishing for
Another fucking drink like I'm pounding Nathan's
And I got to bat no Catalyst
Lines for your Facebook statuses
Because my mom's away, she's been gone for days
And it's fathers day, and my dad is pissed..

[Hook - Just B. Polo]
Oo, you love me now, love me now, love me now
But did you love me when I, wasn't hungry for the fame?
The wealth? The game itself?
And all these people coming in between and now we tell them that I
Do it, Do it bigger than they've ever seen us do it. We been
Doing Doing things that make your body get to moving
So lets pour a cup, and lets drink it up
Who gives a fuck what they think of us
And lets cheers to those who don't think we're good
They just don't think enough

[Verse 2 - Just B. Polo]
Okay I'm 5'8, 110
Little mother fucker doing big ass crap, like
"He can play the guitar, and play drums
And make beats, and wait, he can sing and rap?" like (What?)
"This kid's amazing, he's gonna make it, he stays a-blazing, he's on it."
I can't believe it, I can't achieve it, they say I 'need' it. Who 'wants' it?
Everybody gonna say I made a comeback
Because I kick it like I'm fucking Abby Wambach
I'm from New York and I'm high (high)
Like I'm living in the fucking Adirondaks
L-O-N-G I-S-L-A-N-D until the death of me
They say I'm so official like. Just B. Referee
You know the shit, you can't hold the shit, you notice it and it's gone
Then you fold the shit, and you roll the shit, and you smoke the shit
And that's strong (Wait)
I don't want to be the high kid, want to be the high kid
Want to be the kid that's burnt
I just want to be a drunk kid, playing with a drum kit
Fucking with a girl thats turnt (Oh)
And you're really gonna tell me that I'm never gonna make it in a game so nasty
But I'm heading to the front, I don't really give a fuck
Anybody gonna kiss my ass-cheeks?
So classy, classy, nope
In a class, just passing notes
You'll never reach my lines, you just some asymptotes

[Hook]X2