King Kold - In Vein (Remix) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: The Weeknd]
I don't got a single sober vein in my body
I don't got a single sober vein in my body

[Verse 1: The Weeknd]
Don't apologize, I quite enjoy messy
I see that bottle after bottle got you goin' crazy
And doin' shows after shows got me so lazy
So ride it out for me, and take it off for me
It's a good vibe, good vibe, good vibe
Don't you ever threaten niggas with a good time
She wanna buy a dream, I said I don't sell it
But she can rent it for a night, I don't mind, open wide
Cause all this fame, I earned it, I might as well use it
Private elevator goin' straight to my unit
All my niggas 'round me, gettin' kickback pussy
All my killas 'round me, all be hiding in Stussy
Can't nobody stop me, used to be homeless
Now that penthouse at the Ritz where my home is
Tour bus like a National Geographic
Bitches runnin' wild gettin' faded in the bathroom

[Hook: The Weeknd]
It makes me smile, it makes me smile
Cause I got it
It makes me smile, it makes me smile
Cause I got it
All the pain, sweat and tears, just to get a piece
But now we got it
Man look at the kid now, can nobody stop me?
I don't got a single sober vein in my body

[Verse 2: Kid Kold]
Hit it like it was my last time
Pull up slow with my entourage
Broken girls with fragment feelings grouped together like a montage
They just want to have a good time
Love the ladies but 3 figure bank statements my favorite type of menage
Henri Jayer in our glass cause I hate the taste of alcohol
Grade a kush on a roll
Not a single sober vein in my body, Any more this I'll overdose
Nothing I can't handle
More bottles poured In a 45 degree angle
Lobster tail filet mignon brought to everyone at my table
The people I'd break bread with
The same dudes I been through hell and back with
Now we got it
Bunch of mini prophets finally turning a profit
Everyday payday
Mortuary in my pocket
This rap thing pays me
And my team were embezzling
So now Ill never have to cop my fellas shit
Gambino lifestyle
Enemies all over the city including dudes claiming to help me
It's deeper than rap
Couple grams stuffed deep in the wrap
Crew turned to blue bloods like they rock the wrong flag
By god, yea we did it
Now we G.O.A.T. like a satanic reference
This my calling
We drop bars yet you still get the message
Driving slow in that vintage Benz
Color new edition
Jimmie walker vibe
All we have is good times
It makes me smile
From the bottom to the top
We dreams about it in the garden
Now our lives fruitful
And any haters are disregarded
They ain't in the position of a winner
Watch em fall
When they approach Kold like it's winter
We kneel to no man
Middle fingers to romance
Money the only motive

[Hook]