Lane-Harry x Ike Campbell - No More [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Chorus]

Liquor don't kill the pain no more
Highs don't feel the same no more
Phone vibrate. It ain't your call
Say I'm alright but I ain't at all
Weed don't kill the pain no more
Love don't feel the same no more
Phone vibrate. It ain't your call
Say I'm alright but I ain't at all


[Lane Verse]

She told me get a real job. A 9-5 cause times are real hard
I told her "babe, have a little faith. Get my money right then we'll get away"
But I'm drunk and ultra faded. She gave me an ultimatum
Music or her and I chose this fucking fame shit
I still feel her fragrance
Won't call me back, numbers gone and changed shit
Hennessy could make a better me. Better yet vice it as a remedy
So I kicked back and rolled a blunt. Answering machine "sorry to be blunt
But Lane consider how I feel. You haven't been home since you signed the fucking deal"
Babe you gotta understand its really hard working up to get the house at the boulevard
Remember that night we were so fucking wasted, looked you in the eyes and I promised I'd make it?
Treat every night like a special occasion. Damn I'm so sorry for spending my savings
Now its 4 AM. My temple throbbing
Drunken stumbles through your empty lobby
Bought you some flowers shit was insufficient
Cause he opened the door while you were in the kitchen

[Chorus]

Liquor don't kill the pain no more
Highs don't feel the same no more
Phone vibrate. It ain't your call
Say I'm alright but I ain't at all
Weed don't kill the pain no more
Love don't feel the same no more
Phone vibrate. It ain't your call
Say I'm alright but I ain't at all

[Post-Chorus]

Say No More. Pain No More x2

[Ike Verse]

Ugh. What an error. I removed her sweater
Made love to her twice like I didn't know better
Passion turned vendetta. Cult of Love & Terror
Now I hate art cause of the image in the mirror
Ay. I'm going out to Broadbeach and all I get is "Why don't you call me?"
I'm sorry, it's all me but lately my brain is turning foggy
I'm just scared I won't make a cent until I'm 40
Well surely baby you will understand
Or maybe you'd be better with another man
Cause lately my mind is in another land
Now my head is in my hands, damn
Feeling like Yeezy with no ego
Like Nevada with no Reno
Like Goodie with no Cee-Lo
A bit like Ike with no beat though

[Chorus]

Liquor don't kill the pain no more
Highs don't feel the same no more
Phone vibrate. It ain't your call
Say I'm alright but I ain't at all
Weed don't kill the pain no more
Love don't feel the same no more
Phone vibrate. It ain't your call
Say I'm alright but I ain't at all

[Post-Chorus]

Say No More. Pain No More x2