T.A.C. - Quavy [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Speech)

Nothing in life is promised except death
If you have the opportunity, to play this game of life
You have to appreciate every moment
A lot of people don't appreciate they moment
Until it's passed
Well right now, it's my time
And my moment

(Verse 1)

Said that I quit now the fans think I'm done for
Fuck do I look like just stopping this fun for
No reason
Fuck with us, plead treason
Win games on mid season
Chain cold, my fritz freezing
Niggas really wanna get a square one
Get embarrassed, in Paris
View my merit
I only make the thoughts and secrets that we all cherish
Let the competition suffer more, and just perish
I remember when I wanted to kill, my own spirit
Feed Me Grapes was supposed to be my death
My plan was to drop it November 10th
Then kill myself with some Benadryl
And get a will
Handwritten well that, says to sell
My worthy wealth's
And let that woman love herself but
Forget that, I got a lot to live for
Got a Lotta people that I still gotta prove myself too
It's beginning part 2
I'm allergic to the choosing
Makes me feel a little woozy
I guess I'm living stupid

(Hook)

I just gotta keep going (4x)
Cause I'm always living Quavy(2x)

(Verse 2)

Yes I miss a lot
Yes I trip a lot
So baby you won't find me with a blunt of potent pot
Circle k gang, get a large polar pop
Worried bout Bieber, meanwhile Russia stepping up
Bring the arms dealer
I'm a harm dealer
Go-rilla
Clips filmed of the militia
Get proper
Get a locker for me to fit in my choppers
Johnnie Walker, penis talker
Hit the wood, Paul Walker
Tough talker
(PUT YOUR LIGHTERS UP)
I don't write enough to talk what I, come up with
Before I make a song I got an album written out
And they still ask me what I spit about
I rap me but still stay confidential
Talk about the girls I've loved, but never the credentials
Robbed Schneider, got back my initials
Official Bigalow
Deuces

(Hook)

I just gotta keep going (4x)
Cause I'm always living Quavy(5x)

(Time machine sound effect)

(Skit)

*Kyoto by Yung Lean playing*
Kid: Whaaaaat?
*Sound of me packing my cigarettes*