ROB REGIS - Long Live The Villains [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Chorus]
Sometimes i know better, sometimes i don't
Sometimes i know better, sometimes i won't
Screamin' "we gon live forever", Screamin' "We gon' live forever"
Like we don't know no better
Screamin' "we gon' live forever", "We gon' live forever"

[VERSE 1]

Leader of the new school's, new school
Double R the villain, shit, this a memo to the new fools
They fucked up, should've left me on an island
But Zillanation's here and it's time for the wylin'
These nerds wanna trade words, gotta pay first
Why? I don't believe in freestylin' (WOAH)
There's a prowess, to holding this chalice
Smokin' some malace, lampin' in a palace
That's the goal, ain't you know?
Tryna grow, get some dough
So a Zilla could take on the whole globe
Ladies wanna mosh, Yeah they mosh with the god
They man say "stop" and they can't, and it's odd
Packed "crack" raps like I moved weight
Rose as a flow-er, as if I'm in a bouquet
Rippin' till a nigga's tooth aches, or we trippin' to the UK
God i've come a long way, wuddup?

[Chorus]
Sometimes i know better, sometimes i don't
Sometimes i know better, sometimes i won't
Screamin' "we gon live forever", Screamin' "We gon' live forever"
Like we don't know no better
Screamin' "we gon' live forever", "We gon' live forever"

[VERSE 2]

Fuck the theatrics, i mastered these rappers
Half of these actors are average disasters
A lord of the night, these lanes can't hold me
I'm outta my mind cause the ride's been lonely
But i couldn't mind you, mind you, I'm tryna get the dough
When it comes, with the women a la mode
Meanin' that cream, in between
When you hit that pussy mean, is enough to make you scream (Fuck me 'till i cum baby)
So baby if you hear me, please don't come near me
I've changed, been deranged, and i know you should fear me
With herbs in my lungs, and some smoke as a halo
The Faded Art Lord, with the pesos to say so
Tryna build a world, cause out here, we like "FUCK HOPE"
How these haters speak, if we here to be CUT THROAT?
Stoned like, commandments, demandin' we bust dope
Art Lord, words appear with a simple brush stroke