Omar Zekl - Thank God For Drugs [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(hook)
Thank god for all of these drugs, Thank god for all of these blunts
Thank god for all of these sluts, Thank god for all of these butts
Praise lord for all this coke, She sniffing that blow at my shows
Then she be she showing the most, she be bouncing for carats, them, bunnies off snow

(verse 1)
She sniffing that ghost in ghost
Look like ghost in the shell when she do it
That cain make her able to lose it
Losing her soul to that snow, baby grab you a coat, or you lose it

Under influences, rapping out all of my fluences
Money the language im fluent in
Hoes call me baby ain't coo’n em
Boyfriends ain't cool with him, Crash in yo bitch she akuing him

My presence a present, My time presdential, No need for muthafuckin elections
Your bitch in my section, rolling of beans, having fee fi fo fum premonitions
Sending up shots gon head send em
Never getting the shots, Claim that you sending

We picking your hoes as we choose
Vending them bitches
Hit snooze
Then we be bedding them bitches

(bridge)
This the shit that we on, This the shit that we on, This the shit that we on
Weed and cups of ptron, Xan with lean plus the coke
She giving blows off the blow, Giving blows off the blow
Yeah i know she off nose, Smell the line and she on
Smell the line and she on, Take a line then she mine

(hook)
Thank god for all of these drugs, Thank god for all of these blunts
Thank god for all of these sluts, Thank god for all of these butts
Praise lord for all this coke, She sniffing that blow at my shows
Then she be she showing the most, she be bouncing for carats, them, bunnies off snow

(bridge)
Thank god for all of these drugs, Thank god for all of these blunts
Thank god for all of these sluts, Thank god for all of these butts
Praise lord for all this coke, She sniffing that blow at my shows
Then she be she showing the most, she be bouncing for carats, them, bunnies off snow

(verse 2)
Can't fit my demons in this backseat, But still i sit
And i know that that's your girl, But you see that is my bitch
And i know that she your world, Probably make my momma sick
Give her a line, Her mind is mine, Talk about how you a bitch

Im off the shits im off my shit
We on a trip we on a trip
Tell her get down to her skin, Tell her get down let us sin
Let us pray first, Man i probably made it way worse
Won't stick it in yet, Let me get a taste first