Robert Louis - Won't Fall (Prod. Nique) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Robert Louis]

Class like Bogart, drive like Go Kart
I make wishes on shooting stars
Why do they push beauty cars? And not me?
That’s that envy, just turned 20 so
Good sign that I want my own?
Just grind and youll make it home That’s what I say
Now hit the J, like you’re in the NBA
Pull a Kobe, fade away
All the bullshit is so hard to avoid
Plug my headphones in to drown out the noise
Robert with a voice now, so make you’re choice
Who the best around? who can hold down with a smile
Who can make ‘em go wild? Like child Losing their mommy
Gunning for the throne call me Tommy
Shooting words in your dome, welcome home
I killed the game, did it for the fame
You can put that on me, I’m trying to be a boss
Showing no remorse cuz I have to stay the course
Heading to the dark sid,I feel the force
What an eye sore or a sight for sore eyes
Either way your times’ up, peace, goodbye
I Rarely fuck bitches, all about the business
Giving you a gift and its not even Christmas yet
Turn it up, show me some respect kid

[Hook] (x2)
You’ll never bring me down
Yeah You’ll never bring me down
Step aside, don’t try
I have spark in my eyes
What you want? What you need?
It ain't shit to me!
I’m moving faster And you're a disaster
You’re not what I’m after
I Stayed west cuz I know it’s the best
And I haven’t had a problem yet
YES!

[Verse 2: Robert Louis]

Welcome to new school, new kicks, new rules
I dove in like the game was a swimming pool
And you know that I know how to swim
Fuck playing victim, you don’t got to miss me
You can just tell me nothing, I’m expanding my budget
Won’t talk I don’t even fuss with it
They all hated when I thought I was the best
But so did they so it doesn’t make much sense
If you didn’t think you were, you thought that I was
Now I’m turned up, crazy huh?
At the point now where not much can phase me
I get around and I prefer to bus it
I’ve seen people get fucked up I don’t trust it
But That’s the route to take to get hooded
Holly good shit, AMDA bomb bitch
I love the bright lights, I love the late nights
Someone please show me how to do this shit right
I’m so raw on the mike but I sound tight
Gotta think that, gotta trust the rap that I’m spitting
Flying high like Griffin
Scoring touchdowns and so animated
Hey Obama I made it, on the route to the fame and shit
Spittin' nasty
Like Tiger Woods fucking his caddy
Going hard like a stabbing
Going in hard you can't touch me
Go ahead try to judge me
But I don’t give a fuck, I’m stuck in bullshit
Why the fuck are the stupid ones the cool kids?
I don’t get it, I don’t know
But I am gunna put on a show for y’all
Shitting on ‘em like a bathroom stall
Dressed in all black like a soro dime
I prefer some color though, so let the lights shine