Matt Vintage - Smoke [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Smoke, smoke, smoke. [x4]

[Verse: Matt Vintage]
Rolling papers, were smokin' better
Get high off this kush rolled up in these
Fucking transparent letters. Grade K weed
Like my daily grades, but the only thing
That fails are my eyes that fade. We always
Take shit but never buy it, we share stolen
Items but always tend to fucking light it
We fugitives on the streets, rocking' average
Cleats, wanna' talk shit so you meet my feet

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
Now you may think that you’re so good that your smiling, hide that fuck shit
But I know. [x4]

[Verse: Matt Vintage]
I'm going down but I'm at it again, we astronauts
From space going through the fucking ceiling
Fan, high enough to let the whole world know
Even our fans can sometimes be so...cold but, who
Cares so be bold, since we high as fuck let's
Just let the world know. Were killer costly, were
Hella' frosty, shit makes me shiver but feeling lostly
Yeah

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]