Lucid Dreams - Band Practice [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Boston-bred in the big apple
Giving you the real facts, the kid's Snapple
I break it down, it's fragile
Your chick's a bit frazzled cause the shit I spit dazzles
Another dime that's summertime fine, too hot
Lips like fruit pops, I'm kissing that juicebox
2Pac on the jukebox, two shots of new scotch
As I work my way up your leg like tubesocks
I'm trying to getcha number
You be my Jean Gray, I'll be your Scott Summers
Wait, wait, I got another one!
You be my Jean Grae, I'll be your 9th Wonder
Heh, now don't that sound wondrous?
Flexting with your best friend, it's dumb but I love this
You got me bubbling like soda pop
Let's float up to the sky and you can get sun kissed

Man I had the best weekend
Got her smiling so wide, with her chest heaving
I need to settle down, less freaking --
But I'mma start that shit next weekend!
Lately these ladies seem to wanna play me
Text me that they hate me then add "can you blame me?"
Told you from the start: not a dame that can change me
And still they complain that I remain the same me
Well I'm right where I'd like to be
And though they try biting me, they'll never be as nice as me
Striking the mic like lightning, I'm dashing
Your man is just a hyphen, come spend the night with me
Don't life seem so breezy?
These girls are hip-hop, screaming "please don't leave me"
But I don't see that either truly needs me
So once I get mine, peace sign, breathe easy

This is music for your hallways
Don't you love the fact I didn't do it your way?
You're gonna F with this soon, this the foreplay
Serve that spicy special, my crack raps are gourmet
And hip-hop, I don't give a fuck now
Only labels that I'mma sign with are Duck Down
Stones Throw, Showoff, 200eighties
And maybe SaveMoney if those Chi boys would take me
To the labels I ain't name, don't hate me
Here's some advice -- number one, you gotta pay me
Full creative control, a line up that is crazy
And that'll turn that no into a maybe
I got verses written I'll never read and
A few chicks smitten I'll never need
Shouts to those who willing to let me be
Cause I'm spitting what I see and givin' em what they need

And the band goes
And the band goes
And the band goes
And the band goes
Give the drummer some
Give the drummer some
Give the drummer some
Give the drummer some