Robert Louis - Los Angeles (Prod. Daniel Scenery) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse One: Robert Louis]
To all the people tuned in, it really means a lot man
Its all about the fans, that I understand
You keep me cool even when I spit the fire
This is a game that I plan to retire from
But I have yet to sign even a minor one
Contracts and cash, get it no act
Do it with my raps while I keep it classy
You don’t have to ask me, I do smoke weed
And I agree with Smokey, fuck burning trees
Burn your green, I share my bud like charity
Last tape I hated all the different flavors
My mood changes, But My new reality is
Chasing ‘em all down, Trying ‘em all out
Whats the fuss about, I’m down to fuck around
I’m down to roll up that quarter ounce for you
Bringing Afghan to the Cali South Ayy!
Spread my name by the word of mouth
Guess I’ll let Datpiff help me out
Lets up the anty Rob from Coachella hit gold it can't be
Throw me on stage so they can see me
Swear to bodies, you’ll feel me
This the real me, and I’m bringing
"They know new" They don’t shit
Give me like a minute and I’ll have ‘em singing…

[Hook: Robert Louis]
La La La La La
Tell me 5 times where I live at
La La La La La
Oh yeah, Los Angeles
La La La La La
Say it again, I really like that
La La La La La
Awww yeah!
La La La La La
Tell me 5 times where I live at
La La La La La
Oh yeah, Los Angeles
La La La La La
What do you say when you wanna be a kid again
La La La La La

[Verse Two: Robert Louis]
Hills of Westwood, I’ll hail to thee
As long as your people understand my dream
Whats wrong with supporting fiends, to many side streams
Looking for main oneso I had to change scenes
That won't cut it, I need direction
I let the internet answer all my questions
I let it fuel all my late night aggressions
Against my scepter, I’m alone tonight
I Pack the piece, late night write time
"Rob you gotta get it right, time to grind tonight"
She was a sight, you shoulda seen it
So fucking mean but still plays it nice
I think I found my wife, slow your roll
Thinking with your pole can get you in trouble
Like being on a diet, then going double
Or being near the ropes in the Royal Rumble
Don’t stumble, trip or fall, tick on like the clock on the wall
Ball hard, let ‘em know they shouldn’t even start
On deck, fuck the cards though
Killed the Queen the Hearts
I ain’t saying I’m the best in the game
But time always changes, let me rearrange this
Moving to the left lane, you can back off
Or get fucked up either way its your call
Wasting time, procrastinator
I know all about that, I get faded
Its due tomorrow so I’ll do it later
The rhyme side never takes a day off though
Drop a mixtape that’s my playoffs
Spit so ill that I get a cough
Boss like Ross but I run the course
Getting better ever time at any cost
UGH!!!

[Hook]