Maestro Pianoman - Leavez [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Produced by Maestro Pianoman]

It's 4/20, man . .
For real . .
Let's hit the blunt like there's a reason

[Verse 1]

Let's hit the blunt like there's a reason, summer is the season
Let's hit it harder than Ike hit Tina, and
Like we're Teena let's say 'Ooh La La La'
Let's meet up. We're teens, aren't we? You wanna laugh?
Look at yourself in the mirror. You could be getting so tree levelled
Nothing is clearer. You're oblivious to the fact that nothing is sicker than being lift up
Being more out of place than Captain Hooks' wrists are
Yo, Maestro. You know I loath anything that doesn't with having great fun in the weather
So if you wanna stick your face in that computer and to the things you ain’t gotta do, aight, cool
Whatever. Whatever your decision will be, you can’t overlook the chances of getting trippy with me
I’m getting tipsy with ease; nothing you say can deter me
If you do find a job, though, I beg you refer me

Please do it in a hurry . .
Cause I know you can talk firmly . .
Blud . . . I’m fading . .

[Verse 2]
Dear God, please! Do it in a hurry. I’m scared for his existence
Nothing’s teaching him lessons and therefore he’s persistent
His sisters are younger – matter of fact I doubt they know him
You said that you’re the way, the truth, the light - Go ‘head and show him
Knowing him he’s high as I see his name pop up on my BB screen, watching MOTD on the TV screen
“Yo, Maestro I don’t think you was lying . .
Would your aunt ever go crazy if she sees me lean?”
What are you on?! What’s going on?! Is there a problem?!
Cause you know that that’s something that I don’t wanna hear
“My boys was behind me. Feds came and stopped them
I started walking faster . . . this is a disaster. They’re going pen
I saw ‘em getting cuffed like Jessica. They was resistant
One fed hit him hard like get in the vehicle
I know that you ain’t ever seen it all, but
I’m starting to question why I even started leanin’ for

Even you don’t have the answers, do you?

I’m tryna quit, it’s true
But quittin’ ain’t what winners do
So as I spark this spliff for you, I’ma ask Minnie Riperton what them singers do

Cause I’m fading . .