Robert Louis - Burn Em On My Birthday (Prod. Gary Holloman) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse: Robert Louis]

I don’t recommend you eye me up and down
You won't figure me out, Listen to my thoughts
I act like a child say whats on my mind
Put a price on my grind - 'a million bucks'
Ain't enough - 'tough luck, you don’t have shit yet'
Wrong there I have no regrets
Is there still value in a compliment
Men can be pussies as well as dicks
Called her a bitch, he don’t give a shit
Clearly, do you know shes’ a ho?
You have no idea, keep your mouth closed
Talking shit leaves your ass exposed
Allergic to the bull so I’m blowing my nose
All the time, that’s the way it goes
Got to UCLA, no valet
Did it just for me and my valley
I won’t lie help would be nice
Just to give the fans that clean cut
Clear stuff, do my best with what I’ve got
Flow still hot, no tour bus
But I’ll cop those wheels for all of us
Only deal I’ve made is with myself though
I need some help, all of y’all
Take this boy toy of the shelf
I shut it down so download
Numbers up, it leads to dough
Water, tuna, eggs is getting old
Independent, but still tempted
Cash I get, I want to spend it
But I need that green to pay my rent
I need that green to help me vent though
Punch me in the face, I could use a hit. Shit!
Everywhere I go everything I see - start wondering
Whats it take to make ‘em fall in love with me
Live my dream, do I need a team?
Maybe I don’t want the mainstream
I just want to make that crowd jump
Hands up, not out
Keep those middle fingers tied down too
Right now we ain’t giving fuck
About what our problems have in store for us
Standing up to the torturers and torchin’ ‘em
"Let ‘em burn Let ‘em burn"
I put in work, that’s my word
Kids’ so hot he might burn too
Or blow up

Ain’t that the only thing left to do though?
Yeah...
Ain’t that the only thing left to do though?