Navagnaes & ZENSEI - Punch Lines [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Punch Lines:

[Chorus: navagnaes]

My punchlines are kinda like lunchtime
Kinda like lunchtime
Kinda like lunchtime
You eat 'em up
Don't you like how I punch lines
Like how I punch lines
Like how I punch lines
And beat 'em up?
On beats I'm kinda like sunshine
Kinda like sunshine
Kinda like sunshine
I heat 'em up
Sometimes these are just dumb rhymes
Inspired by fun times
Inspired by fun times
All weeded up

[Verse 1: navagnaes]

Face gone, but I'm still the same Sean, rapping
It's Always Sunny when I play, "day" Sean, Jackson
Math problem as I blow an eighth, one fraction
Two pills in my hand, take one, action!
Now I'm laying in the cut like a saw chisel
Lyrics hotter than them all, yeah they all sizzle
Balling like Snoop Doggy Dogg, fo' shizzle
Basket case as I make each one of my balls dribble
Champagne campaign, watch it all fizzle
I make it rain and you're nothing but a fall drizzle
And though money's getting blown like a long missile
Still, twenty thousand hurts, dog whistle
I'm a sand dune on fire, smoking reef
My flow will make your face turn whiter than a coca leaf
I would put no money in a home though, I'd only eat
Living by a lake or in a shack having Kobe beef
Propellers spinning like a clock, time flies
That's why we're always gettin' pussy, living nine lives
Bad girl, making moves, doing drive-bys
So down to earth, but all she wants to make are sci-fis (hi five)
She's so kinky
We blink twice then see no pinky
Living life without a care, underwear is outerwear
Fuck while falling down the stairs, we so slinky
We grow diesel green so stinky
Three bowls deep and me no thinky
Jesus, I can't even see so chinky
Me go to bed, then she go drinky
Might as well get up, yell to my driver,"more prey!"
Spot a bucket, pull up beside her, "whore, hey!"
Coming straight outta Guatemala, por que?
Prada, Dolce & Gabbana, gourmet
Body that I gotta have a lotta, sorbet
Grappa, topped with drops of vodka, puree
Stop that, drop those, enough of all the foreplay
Skirt is on the floor and she's standing in the doorway
Blue eyes look like she landed outta Norway
Clothes are her weakness, wearing 'em's not her forte
Four more weeks and we're bound to have a four-way
I just pulled a hat trick, what's great about your day? (hooray!)
My rhymes are such a delight
Verses are so wordy but don't worry they're nothing to write!
And I think that I'm fucking tonight
Two of my greatest hits, yeah they gave me the coupling rights
Cause when the other one comes in the door
And sees this one on all fours, her jaw just slumps to the floor
And screams, "What is this for? Don't you love me no more?"
I'll say, "This is for us babe, let's double up on this whore" (okay)
[She's] got an ass like a clementine
You can put her in a cocktail with lemon/lime
And you wanna know what works every time
To get her to really reach Nirvana? Nevermind
Cause she won't let me leave if I weave in and out
And make her come twenty-seven times
Suddenly she let me hit it from the front
From the top, from the bottom, from both sides, then behind
When I sling a track, back up!
It's like a rental, when you bring it back you better press rewind
I don't sing I rap, and swing attacks backhanded, then I spill
Navagnaes really made a mess this time

[Chorus]

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