Lee Scott - Stanley's Friends [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

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Who I Be

Prod Morriarchi

[Verse 1: WH@iB££]

[Verse 2: Lee Scott]
Sweg, blood and coffee on me sheep skin coat
Reaching deep into me pocket for a smoke
Probably the goat but I'd never gloat
I walk up to the edge and float
To the other side, in a single humble stride
Running high, before I trip and crush your pride
Then leave for lunch and cut the pie five ways
So its easier for me to munch (mmmm)
Outside the chippy, tipsy sipping a whisky
Clicking me fingers at a kid for a ciggy
Sitting pretty in the ugly tree
Don't even look at me me when you look at me, just agree
Eyes on the floor while I dribble on
In your face with more faces than a quintesson
Asking you rhetorical questions like "Wheres your liquor gone?"
And what bottle I'm drinking from
Starving me Digimon, I'm something like a Sicilian don
At the gates of heaven giving God shit on the Intercom
Chances stuck between slim and none
I meditate like "Get money, Fuck bitches Om"

[Verse 3: Hibernation]
I used to wanna be a star, I'd love the money love the fame
Yeah, that'd be out this world but now all I want is space
Get the fuck up out my face, I don't got no true hope
Spray painting overrated on Tupacs tombstone
I carry the pistol mate, it's the american way
It'll make your character change like it did with Harriet Winslow
Speaking of Family Matters, no it don't so sit calm
Remove your clothes and do slow and take this fucking dick Mom
See my bloods the holy water, kill a priest and feel a rush
I'm bumping Killah Priest, take whatever a pills I want
Fuck these kiddie rappers thinking that they something sick
I'm only over your head, cus I'm tired of you sucking dick
Fucking pricks, " " New breed
I'm from the Wu era too Pharoah for you geeks
Now it's like a job to me, I'm out here making mad bank
So read it and weep like the diary of Anne Frank

DAMN STRAIGHT