Ro Rockwell - We Active [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Ro Rockwell]

Money talks so we don"t know how to whisper
All my metaphors is worth a thousand pictures
I need ten a show to purchase my addictions
Motherfucker i date centerfolds
Ain't nervous round these bitches
Ro so cool calm
With that smooth charm
Ain't too much that i do wrong
2 brunettes and 2 blondes
Thats 4 for 1 with my group-on mane
Oh what a wonderful site
Bottles thats bathin in buckets of ice
All of my haters should cover they eyes
If you watch my paper might fuck up ya night
Outlandish
I do whatever i plan bitch
To make sure they got it
I simplify knowledge
Triple my dollars cuz they understand it
Woke up this morning and said to myself i ain't stressin bout shit
I always do better when tension is thick
I drain the game winner and bang on my chest


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Man fuck whoever out there talkin bout me
Im still high
Livin life and dont regret shit
Ive been winnin
I just did it lowkey
Had to stunt just to show you all a lesson
(what you think this shit a game)
We active 3x
(what you think that i was playin)
We active 3x)


[Verse 2: Ro Rockwell]

Motherfucker ima star
Check the demeanor
You never seen a
Combination of God and Shiva
Follow the leader
Got the ganges flowing through my hair
Yall know that changin is comin be prepared
They tried to blur my 3rd eye
Smoke one feel decapitated
Oh yes i can't feel my head
Yo bitch she infatuated
Tell her take some deeper breaths
She know ima be the best
My name she keep screamin
Im stainin ya tempurpedic
You lay in it when you sleep
Im, so disrespectful
Ya, flow nothin special
Addin to my closet full of nikes as the checks flow
Funny how i ain't stressin
And money be manifestin
Its simple
They lockin the door
I bust through the window

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[Verse 3: Ro Rockwell]

Im what they never seen comin
My music they keep bumpin
Legs, thighs, breasts
My bed a kfc bucket
If you hatin me fuck it
Life too short to care
I make you all aware
Im the new Paul Revere
Wake the fuck up this a war
Slam my musket to the floor
While im huntin for the cure
They gettin drugged up to endure
Tryna mask feelins
With glass ceilings
They plant upon us
I do mass healins
With caps peelin
This land of promise
For them kids who awkward and mumble when talkin
Self esteem low
Confidence and humble ain't opposite
You could be both
Wisdom from my weed smoke
Cuz really most fakin
Like bitches postin selfies with them deep quotations

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