No Trace - 5am In Toronto (Remix) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse 1 - Michael

5am in Boston and my eyes low
My blue eyes red from J’s call that Blue Jays Toronto
I'm a raptor with no 'T' call me the co-king, Lebron flow
Leaves you on the trade block from that green, compared to Rondo
All the weights on our necks these boulders hurt when I lift they cold on my shoulder
Forget about it it's over, you fuckers bigger and older
Just think about it you'll get the drift
Embarrassed bitch when you get my fist
In ur face take place, any where anytime
You don't wanna get invested bitch
Bottom line is at 5 am
I won't ride or die
I don’t ride with them
I don’t lie to her I just lie with her then I ride with her
Man I'd die for her
But I'm kinda hurt
When I'm trying to flirt
And she says I don't have time for her
Imagine when I make it to the top got to keep my mind alert
And I'm not guilty
But I don't fail with insanity
Sanitation don’t matter when you don’t care about vanity
You won't expect this from me but yet you brought out the man in me
Now I gotta 100 legs on the competition like centipedes
People sending me beats and I decline like a dick
But that is not cause I'm narrow minded or already rich
I'm thankful for what I have because at 5 in the morning
Instead of going to work
I got a family supporting me
So I'mma be happy about that
Shout to the bros mom and my dad
I know im 15
But my 16’s will put the family on my back
And my mom’s down cause she's searching so I'mma do something about that
Can't wait to her smiling when I drive up with two hands on the first plaque

Verse 2 - Brendan

With this No Trace network, it's sign up or sign in
2013 scare the world like the Mayans
I'm finding its hard to stay grinding
At a time when
Most people like to jump to conclusions, that's Third Eye Blinding
From the burbs say it loud and clear, I don't hear no sirens
Kill a beat with no witness, when I leave you dead silent
That's violence, quit whining, I don't hear no violins
Don't call me when I'm alone you get dial tones when I'm dialed in
People ask if I make money pushing heavyweight
I say I made it from caddying like I'm Chevy Chase
I'm yet to blow but I'm going up at a steady pace
You hella late only supporting when I go celebrate
And I'm up late, fighting conversations with my conscious
Trying to find what's real and what's nonsense
I influence myself, stay away from what the ganj says
Two thousand for a tape? I don't care about what my mom says
She doesn't get it
But I don't sweat it
Inflations taking the generation
It's getting hectic
It costs to record up in my basement
Cause nothings free, we might even need a penny
Many people chase the henny
The problem is they don't have a handle
My hand is two kings, so what you texas holding bitch?
I got the magic in my hand like the golden snitch
Screw the iron I'm trying to rule with a golden fist
Hoping it's
The last time I have to say I wrote this shit