Mickey MONDAY - Game Over [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Mickey MONDAY & Blossom]

[Hook]
Chalupe Gang!
We Said it was game over
…Game Over! } x2
Chalupe Gang!
We Said it was game over
…Game Over! } x2
Chalupe Gang!
We Said it was game over
…Game Over! } x2
Chalupe Gang!
We Said it was game over
…Game Over! } x2

[Verse 1: Mickey MONDAY]
It goes
Let Them Know, better flow
Propelling my syllables
You can feel it with every blow
Contending champion
I am unbeatable, See My belt?
I climbed to the to of the pyramid
And I didn't even need no help
I'm back in it to win it, nigga I ball hard
I do numbers every game, I'mma all-star
The petrol's perpetual like a go-kart
To map out my success, I'mma need a flow-chart
Because I'm that far, I'm breaking back boards
Number one in the game, just check my stat card
And when you're cool as me, you don't need a black card
Just some bad broads…in a black car!
I'm feeling better than I ever been;
Veteran in a varsity letterman like a champion
Back to back wins I am more confident - Press Conference
Back to Back hits; It's only right Johnny produces this

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
If there's never been a better time
Ahmed said get "Get em now!"
Even catch them while they're sleeping
Like they're in a gown
And if they sleep on me? Take the pillow out;
Haters do yourself a favor and cover your mouth!
I am the legendary, never secondary;
Look up the word "Success" I'm in the dictionary
I claim the DMV with every blood vessel
I'm Classic Era now, just me and my brethren
Roam the city like my cell phone's out of distance
I been everywhere and back, boy you just missed him
Quarantine the sick disease; ain't no stopping the mission
She called an intermission to get me out of her system
I ran the clock back, played my field of position
I'm killing these beats - Homicidal Intentions
And did I mention, I'm the best for it
My swag's way beyond average so it's abnormal

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Still feeling like a pheasant to a pharaoh
Keep your personality, always remain humble
Go hard when you hustle, never let them see you struggle
And if these haters wanna trip, pop the trunk for the luggage
All they, All they do is ride coat-tails
Reality checks, so they're riding coach now
They too gassed up, shoot the plane down
Keep the steel around, like a playground
I hated math… Dropped all urkels
Fuck, fuck bitches… kept a small circle
Caution to the game, it may hurt you
Walk a narrow path, stay away from evil
Speeding; switching lanes - No turn signal
Try to cross me; get a sprained ankle
I spit fire, make a burn victim
It's a cold world… we all feel autumn

[Hook]