LIONSHARE - Trip to Feza [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Twisted off these mushrooms
Pacing through some hushed rooms
Prepare my state of mind for the party customs
Guests arrive shortly in some gaudy costumes
I feel the shrooms kick in, think I’ll be ruined

Step outside and have a smoke
Aces clicking in the spokes
Creeping dryness in my throat
Knots get tight in stomach ropes
Take some coke from Geron
Get my coat up off the throne
Forgot my keys
Roll to the door
Locked up tight:
Code unknown

Voices in my head intone
Mind your manners
Mind your own
Mind that cash
Mind that stash
Cut that coke with the acetone

Sidewalk stepstones
Neon zone
Feasting eyes
Light is cold
Basking in a frozen glow
I think it’s gonna snow

Unattractive girls I know
Holler but I let them go
No following I got to go
See the pusher man although
My mind’s in Purgatorio
Gotta get that money
Gotta flip that blow
Take care of business fore pleasure
You know?
You know?

He spin a yip-laced trip to feza
Printed out the ticket on a Rizla paper
In blue ink
Who think we don’t flip lids?
Powerhouse crew still lightin up grids
Auction house kids still holding up bids
And we still sleep 2 eyes open for the feds
O wait no we hold so much weight though
Watch for Crown Vics with the G.O. plates
I-95 blow lines while I’m drivin
Bent somethin terrible – Ivan
Sirens flash and I’m flying
Look back in the rearview
Like Who, who, who
Who’s on my tail
I do wanna go to jail
But the man pass by and I’m sighin
Gotta get back to my spot, get high and
Settle my nerves
It’s Halloween I’m tryna get on my swerve

I’m on that lean and the Louis 13
Bout to sell my soul for a sack of magic beans
Step into the party lookin hazardous in gabardine
I got my stunnas on – I don’t need no Visine

Fresh pair on my feet:
I know they trendy cause
When I pass by got necks lookin like bendy straws
She tryna check out my shit
I’m like, Really, bitch, you can just check out this dick

I ain’t gonna act
So put the curtains on the flirtin;
If we fuckin then I’m certain
I’mon leave your pussy hurtin
Take some gloss from out your purse and
Put that shit up on your lips
Cause when you suck me in the kitchen
Want my fuckin dick to glisten

He spin a yip-laced trip to feza
Printed out the ticket on a Rizla paper
In blue ink
Who think we don’t flip lids?
Powerhouse crew still lightin up grids
Auction house kids still holding up bids
And we still sleep 2 eyes open for the feds
O wait no we hold so much weight though
Watch for Crown Vics with the G.O. plates
I-95 blow lines while I’m drivin
Bent somethin terrible – Ivan
Sirens flash and I’m flying
Look back in the rearview
Like Who, who, who
Who’s on my tail
I do wanna go to jail
But the man pass by and I’m sighin
Gotta get back to my spot, get high and
Settle my nerves
It’s Halloween I’m tryna get on my swerve

Parked out front in them handicap spaces
Rag tied round like he fuckin faceless
Dance moves dummy like he fuckin graceless
Snatch your girl bracelet
Fuck it I’m wasted
Fuck it I’m wasted