Sonny Shotz - Stewed in Sicily [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Yo, I wanted to wish you a happy new year. I know you're probably sexing right now so I'm going with the voicemail. And there's like a ratio of six to seven females to one male! Crazy! Gonna be back soon, with ladies. Alright. Happy new year bro, happy new year bro, happy new year brooooooooo

[Verse 1 - Sonny Shotz]
Too many harsh winters in the middle of June
White lines on the table in the middle of rooms
She was tryna get little bit higher than her friend
After snobby ass convo and yellow coated Benzes
Nothing like snow under palm tree breezes
Big booty bitches in the bathroom, Jesus
I feel like how Ray felt, singing in the dark
Tryna shine a little more as we climb to the charts
I believe in mass appeal, the facts are real
Hollywood night, your name is Hollywood, right?
(She said, she said, she said)
(????)
Pretty brown eyes in the dress, pastel
Michael Kors told me she was dressed like Tina
Any Ike in the world would hit it, ask Tina
She was bad, it was sad to see her act like that
Face down on the glass bringing Tony back

[Hook]
She had a permanent beauty, Scarface, slow pace
Dancing with the devil in the hallway
Looking in my eyes like "boy you ain't feeling me?"
You only live once, now we're drunk in Sicily

Too many heat strokes in the middle of December
The temperature rose, as soon as she entered
I remember momma yelling at the top of her lungs
"Don't trust these girls, they're only after your funds!"
Now look at us in tuxes, no don't touch this
Extra crazy lyrics and a crazier budget
I fell up on scene like I'm young so fuck it
It's two mixtapes and I'm sitting where up is
And I never even needed a balloon on my house
And she'll take her top off like balloons on her blouse
I put the moon on the couch, the sun on a spoon
I'm eating light for the moment cause I need to make room
Room for these memories, a room full of melodies (haha)
Just another rap song, rappers rap
I gotta find my intuition, can I have it back?
Too many shots taken, I'm sorry I'm drunk
That's like Jordan looking back and saying "sorry I won"
So fuck it I'm young, the illest in my bracket
Picking out flows just to throw them in my basket

Couple weeks and mamma mia, that's the plan ain't it?
Buying clothes to hide the fact that we were born naked
Naked pictures of the countryside
Broken hearts in empty rooms where we both reside
See you tomorrow, every day is just another one
They smoking cigs and drinking scotch just to try and numb
Naked pictures of the countryside
Broken hearts in empty rooms where we both reside
See you tomorrow, every day is just another one
They smoking cigs and drinking scotch just to try and numb

[Hook]

(I gotta go. I gotta go.)