Lucrative - Closed Doors [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]

I write this for my... (Uhh)
You hear that?
Nah!
You hear that?

[Verse 1: Pre-Def]

I wrote this for my ex
So baby, this is the fucking codas
See, my love for you doubtful aye, so please don't fucking bare it I was never being cocky, I'm just being honest
I'm arctic
See, I'm not proud of what I did yesterday
Momma was all upset, hope she forgives me, I pray
I don't know if haters be hating but I ain't seen no avail
I might just do it all myself, I don't need your avail
I don't wana sound like Drake
But diss me, expect no antiphon
But fuck punch lines nigga's don't even fucking concede 'em
You know I've been real on my tracks your shit is always deceiving
I'm about story lines, I admit I'm a delinquent
A nigga with morals, that's what you mothers believe in
I'm just only being human
This is part of life I'm just breathing
The more music I make, there more hate is just building
But enemies my closest friends it's the shit that I always believed in
They kept on saying
They kept on saying
I met closed doors now it's something that I learnt
Love is like in flame in tractor you try and stop it you might get burnt
I tried to stop it with all your niggas, with all your niggas

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Epic Laine]

Juxtaposed in the dirt and soil
Eye the couture, yet can’t have it all
And im forced to go, far away from home
I write this from the subway as I’m headed for the shores
Yet im still here, still waiting on my goodbye note
I could’ve learned to play the flute instead of weedblowing
And my folks think my drinking is perennial
My dad’s a vigilante so you know how I’m feelin’ now
So it all boils down to a couple things
Playing second fiddle to a fleet of Cuban vessels
Tryna sell your kicks to a kid on eBay
Might be the only kid still yearning to meet “Sway”
Whenever you talk guap, is you really getting paid?
The talk of colossal cowards, hittin’ me up on twitter, saying
I dropped the ball, hey please knock it off
Can’t stand your idle talk, raise your paw
Come hither if you for it
I’m sure your stunners won’t miss the allure
Try wrap a quilt around a comet, no need I’m too hot
Best disperse when you get leanin’, cause I’m pulling out the stops
You coolkids get lapped, no time for avalanche
And its back to cataracs, no producers to back your sound
Geez
They hive peeking, ain't got no doccie
So they out to seek us
More live streaming, now they wanna join the crew and be us
By the season there come forth more weasels
But we chillin, cause the circle ain’t stretchin by an inch bruh

[Hook]

[Outro]