Pyro Methane - Weed & Brew$ [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Pyro Methane]
Hot fudge Sunday on a cold afternoon
Flows to rude, used to get kicked out of Sunday School
Now I kick that 91 raw, flava in ya ear
Retro 7's on my feet
This be the year, yeah
Pump pump the fear
Yeah yeah, pump pump the fear
Nigga yeah yeah, pump pump the fear
Pump pump the fear, pump pump the fear
Vanilla bitches on my dick, tryna get that creme filling
Toy-yo my key in, like oh what a feeling
How? This young nigga be killing it
From the clothes to the scenes man
I be killing it
Dressed to impress, lyricism virgin tight
What would you do for a flow colder than a Klondike?
Olive green? your money be too basic
I'm counting different color notes hanging with the young
Elizabeth Taylors, they be Zac Posen
Grab some weed and some brews man
We be chilling lowkey
We be chilling lowkey

[Verse 2: Pyro Methane]

Yo, Funnel cake bitches gone off the powered sugar
Hate feeling like I didn't do what I shoulda
If it was just me and you then I coulda
Give me one more cup, than I would of
Man your girls too pressed, they need sex
I was just playing when I sent that late text
But you got me thinking, Not you, who else?
Best I keep the thoughts I be thinking to myself

[Vamp: Girl Speaks]

Girl, what the fuck did he just send me?
Fuck, should I call him?
I'm a call him
Hello? you can't be sending me shit like that
Like I got a man
But uh
Hows your mom
I miss you too
Ok
I got to go
I-I got to go
Bye

[Outro: Pyro Methane]
To myself
To myself
To myself