Nick Steele - Last Call Remix [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]

[Verse 1]
Halle berry or halleuah?
Woman or religion, oh how life can do ya
And you say oh god oh god give me mercy
If god was a woman would you say she was thristy
You sure as hell wouldn’t say life was a bitch
God as a woman oh lord what a trip
Was that to controversial?
Should i hit that reversal and spit something so commercial
Of course you’ll, say I shouldn’t
And then maybe you’ll pray I shouldn’t
But believe me when I say I couldn’t
And believe me when I pray I wouldn’t
Cause I’m followed by all the yes men and yes women
As I get better I’m with by less men and less woman
More bloodsuckers and dick riders
Like I ate a girl with Clamydia all i do is spit fire! Haha!

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Guess who’s back? its time to tell my story
Thinking about all the places I’ll be touring
Flights I’ll be soaring on, whites I’ll be whoring on
Trips around the world like “hey don’t you worry Ma”
I do this for the glory and I do this to get noticed
I do this for the bonus I don’t do this to be bogus
I do this for my nation, I do this for inspiration
I do this cause I feel like I’m still at the bus station
Feel I’m on the bench but I’m trying to be benching
I am with the men but I’m trying to be mentioned
I am from the west, trying to be at the westin
I am the answer but I’m still being questioned
Oh well that’s a lesson that I’m clearly learning
Cause they’ll test if your hot when you know you’re clearly burning
Oh well I’ll roll with the punches
Till the day I’m out in Italy talkin over the brunches
Talking bout my hunches, I think she got her eye on me
The lady from the record label, think she got her eye on me
The lady with the platinum plaque think she got her eye on me
The lady opening the grammy think she got her eye on me
I had glasses till 19, I’m about to get some contacts
Help me see better when I’m signing all my contracts?
I’m looking for an angel that I can give a white dress
Ain't about the double D’s, don’t mean I like a tight chest
Prefer B’s and C’s like grades I got in high school
School of Hard Knocks somebody take me to the right school
It ain't CG, where labels won't see me
Nobody wants to be there or hear my CD
Stoop kids afraid to leave the stoop
One day I’ll be the kid that’s afraid to leave to coup
One time I had this crush on this chick named Valerie
But chasing after love burns to many colories
I’m tryin to get money, aquire a higher salary
My pockets look like a presidential gallery
You’re like my lyrics better if you read a second time
And I’ll be valued more than money that’s why I’m not sweatin dimes

[Hook]

[Outro]