Ray Jets - Piano Tones & Saxophones [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Ray Jets]
I wish I was a trombone
Rally thoughts out in rapid tones
Wish I was a tuba
Playing in quartets on grand beaches in Aruba
But stuck in this sticky city
Aggy black cats
Thugs want to here shooting on the C.D
Chill in my room of gloom
Where I take roosts to noon
Mum shouts up the stairs talking who ain't washed a spoon
Word to K-West nothing but blues on the news
Radio's doomed
Choice tripping sold to the white man
We sit back guilt tripping them like Barbra Streisand
But my plan is golden
Concrete the world, crack a rebirth
Inspired moments like bouquets I'm holding
I relax, sip stella, get maxed off fresh air
Gaze at lights from my window, though it only be a sirens glare
But country life to city nights how could you compare?
Yh


[Hook]
Piano tones and Saxophones put me in the zone
I just, I just, float with the soul
Sometimes I prefer to be alone
Not net, no text's no
Telephones or hugs and goodbyes or hello's (x2)


[Verse 2: Ray Jets]
What up Ty were all here at your funeral
The rooms a ocean
I'm choking up but hold it
We don't mind to drown
We'll take some of that pain you felt for now
That open casket had people falling apart the men try and mask it
Guess you motivate me to reach my target
So I
Rap for my city
Backstreets with freaks, roadsides are gritty
Classed as black thugs, we just picture pose for the committee
Just another day
C-heads graze
Begging for change, ironic
Bleeding out they nose
But want money in they pocket
Ain't tryna' be a prophet
But rather helping hands than penny's out the wallet
Shit back to my hobby
Gotta' applaud my persistence
Writers block had me kind of depressed
Been chasing the 'Rorschach Test' for about a year at best
Kind of blue like Miles Davis
Trapped passion and lust lost in equation
Tell me how you relating
I know you've been through some similar, parallel situations
I'm here but I'm kind of vacant
I'm out on Venus staring at the spaceships
Flying
I'm tired of the same old shit
Chicks nothing but a hit and miss
And I'm far from eager
It's too hard to please her
It's like treason to my reasons for believing in screaming
Fuck high maintenance bitches
Peace to my ex's and hoes
All hugs and kisses
Success is the only thing that I'm missing


[Interlude]
North side of the river side
East side of the L-D-N
Yh
Yh


[Hook]