Mickey Wallace - My Birthday - Explicit [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Into]
Yeah!
I've been waiting all year for this!

[Hook: Mickey Wallace]
It's my mother-fucking birthday!
Do you know what that mean?
It's my birthday!
Everything I drink's free
It's my birthday!
You want to see my I.D?
It's my birthday!
I'm celebrating all week!

It's my birthday!
Do you know what that mean?
It's my birthday!
Everything I drink's free
It's my birthday!
You want to see my I.D?
It's my birthday!
I'm celebrating all week!

[Verse 1: Mickey Wallace]
(blowing candle sound)
Candles blown and a wish made
I'm wilding out tonight
I hope to see another day
Blessed to be in my right mind
Could've been caged or a grave
You ain't gotta be Banging
Where they be bucking strays
Give praise!
Time to get active
Call them hoes
Give em access
Yeah, them ones with the accents
Brains dumb
They act dense
Print-models
And actors
Long hair
No hair-pins
Down for whatever happens
Action!
I get my fresh on
Yves Saint Laurent (eve-san-lor-ron) on
Charm, pull her, I strong-arm
Damn homie yo hoe gone
GETEM!
Wardrobe fresh, all black
Nothing like December when you winning
Yeah we call that
A cold mother fucker
Whooo!
I unleash heat, and reload in the summer
Whooo!
Hear me going ham every track, now they wonder
Whooo!
When the hell he gon drop shit
No fumble
Been a long time coming
It's my birthday!

[Hook:]

[Bridge:]
Do it for my birthday
I tell her do it for my birthday
Go ahead baby
Do it for my birthday

[Verse 2: Mickey Wallace]
No drinks for me
Y'all go ahead drank up
I keep that bomb weed
Rolling the dank up
So fly I think I be from a different
Galaxy than the one that I am living in
Aww damn!
Everybody faded or intoxicated?
Yup!
Let me hit up Uber
We going to need a designated
Yup!
No, I ain't going home gat-dammit
Strip club's still popping
And I feel a little mannish
Where the hell is my wallet at? (I don't know?)
I think I left it in the cab
Gotta call him back (aww fuck)
The bouncer better let me in
Because I'm just getting started
I'm here count hoes like mother fucking audit
1, 2, OH, 4
Yo, who you leaving with?
I don't know if you know this
But baby we the shit
Now go and get your girls
We can all play
I'm dead ass serious, it's my birthday!
Baby!

[Hook:]

[Bridge:]

(Aye man I'm having a mother fucking ball in this bitch baby)



[Verse 3: Mickey Wallace]
Calm down
Turn up
Lean back
Get buck
Go stupid
Act a fool
Just don't step on my gat-damn shoes
I'm faded
That means I'm feeling right
Bitch don't kill my vibe, step aside
They say I'm conceited
I say, "I'm confident."
Cause even on a bad day
I'll pull a bad bitch
Oh!
I'm on some wide receiver shit
Thats why she threw it to me
Oh!
Must be related to Cieara
Baby got the goodies
Oh!
Yeah, girl open wide
I know ya thirsty
And I'm a hit it anyway I want
Cause it's my mother-fucking birthday!

[Hook:]

[Bridge:]