Marko & Rohail - Cocaine/Courtyard Freestyle [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Marko]

She's a deity, in the light she, shines
It's kinda hype that she might be, mine
She might have a coke habit but she swears she's not an addict, As her plug I hope she likes these, lines
Now we're buying up the whole mall
I just wanna be someone she respects
Her front halls got a fucking Warhol just hanging out
She told me that her daddy collects
Yes, lets
And I guess that makes sense
I guess that explains why she never looks impressed
Like, I pull up in the whip cruising Yalie down the strip
Man its lit, and she's sitting there just starting at her texts
Like, but I love her for that
She never falls for it all in the bubble of rap
She gets a call from a baller, she ain't calling him back
She likes real shit
And I love her for that, yeah

[Hook]

If you want to hang out, you've gotta take her out, cocaine
If you want to get down, get down on the ground, cocaine

[Verse 2: Rohail]

Scoop her up, peel off, coupe top real soft
Could've guessed you from Europe
The party loud, we still talked
Ain't into pop, she pill pop
Ain't into brands, but still cop
Only things I still want:
Me next to blow & next to you
There's never things you never do...
Cuz nothing ever new, but revenue yehyeh
Then somehow on a roof
Show her my side
Yaletown in the view
Pour you a glass
Are you down for a few?
You the only one I text
When I'm out with the crew, ooh
Is you fuckin' with that?
Never had a whole cig
Only she puff it & pass
I know you love Mojito's
Get a double of that
She always on her own wave
& I love her for that yeah

[Hook]

[Cocaine Breakdown]

(Courtyard Freestyle)

[Verse 3: Marko and Rohail]

Ripping down pacific in the lotus
Then order horderves at the Opus
Hopeless youth, they said we'd be homeless
They're right, every night different hotels
Different cities
Different laws
Different wine
Different raw
Different clubs
Different broads
But the same squad
The same boys that were there from the punch
From the cold and the bleak
Now it's Kobe for lunch, ahh
But fuck it I got the clique on a flex
Fuck it I'm ready to go and kill who is next
Yea she fucking and fucking and sucking like she does best
Cause she don't drop jaws
Man this bitch breaks necks
What's next?
Put your fucking hands together like bless
Finesse, in the Audi fucking looking like sex
Smoking bellys, watching Balotelli on the telly, flex
No stress
Yeah those kids from the courtyard next
Fuck next, we now
Yalie boys ain't fucking 'round
This is the calm before the storm
Alexander Wang and that Comme Des Garcon
Shopping with the gang, cop the whole store, like
Fuck it
Riding in the winter in the drop, fuck it
This ain't the same singer that dropped "Fuck It"
How times have changed
Weekends on the plane
But we still love the block, fuck it