Solar Music Group - Days and Nights [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

{Hook: JAH}
Oh, you got to be strong
Cause these days go by, and they don't last for long
Oh, hold my hand
Cause these nights go by like grains of sand

{Verse 1: JT}
It’s been crazy baby but you know I’m holding up
Closed off once but now Its going to open up
People grab my hands like I’m the shit but
I keep it mixed up breaking free and i'm growing up
Fill it up 'til it’s apparent what we’re doing
Going up to Boston with Sammy Adams brewing
Keep the jab strong, hook with the left and screw him
'Til his jaw line to cheekbone is ruined
I got the facial hair, they're calling me grizzly
But I surprised them all like i'm Stevan Ridley
Got more flow the Tigris or Euphrates
And I’m prepped and pampered, bitch. Try to fuck with me
Take one shot. Double tap, reload
Call me up on the 911 Reno
But I’m a wild boy doing it in style boy
Throwing up rhymes like that motherfucker Steve-o
Wee man wants to call me on the weekend
But I keep the rhymes flowing and leaking
I’ll call you on the phone, crack open a Corona
I’ve been dreaming big since the day I've been breathing

{Hook}

{Verse 2: JT}
Veins filled up with lead and zinc
Frosty like the tips on 182 Blink
Back in the day like Billie Holiday
Repping with the retro you know what I mean
You’re gonna sink like the boat in Jaws
I’ll be chilling with my Raybans on
Sitting on the beach applying sunscreen
While you trying to get with girls who are never going to call
Just give it up, you got no talent
You advertise but you're never going to sell it
I could be a president, running for it man
Cause I keep my shit real with the checks and balance
I let my mind go when I let the beat drop
I got you stopped up like a fucking blood clot
I won’t quit 'til I reach my limit
And find myself sitting at the tippy tippy top

{Hook}

{Verse 3: JT}
I got Trumbull on my left Keller on my right right
HQ getting down tonight night
You know it didn’t always have to be this way
We ain't coming out of Compton, no we're Nightwave
So we keep our shit together, the satin and the leather
Taking blue line in any kind of shitty weather
And you know our beats our better, One Republic: Ryan Tedder
We’ll put you in the fucking paper shredder cause we
Come out strong with our eyes down looking low
We're catching fire - motherfuckers can't put out the glow
We keep our heads in the game, no we don’t fuck with blow
But we spit and keep you bitches on your tippy toes
Turn down the drank syrup with the cough
Now Baywatch me bitch like David fucking Hasselhoff uh

But take a little piece of JT with you, sing it with me now

{Hook}