Tedy Andreas - Pangea [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]

[Tedy Andreas]
Still making extra ordinary movements
See my alter-ego when I’m under the influence

Hopped in this bitch’s Buick
I just met her
Tried to take a photo with me
She swerved in the intersection
Blessed and surprised I’m alive today
I got old man eyes
Means I’m wiser, baby
Origami get it popping like a cock 3-80
Ch-bow
Thought by now you would have figured me out

Thinking I'm going to change the world with my rhymes I write in my spare time
It’s young Andreas
Sparking blunts on the airline
Flushed the Phili guts down the toilets in high school
My teacher knew what’s up
She looked me dead in my eyes
Any time you hear me spit it’s just a glimpse in the future
My mom was working three jobs
And I just wrote for amusement
Now I’m adjusting to the fact
Now adjusting my mirrors in the whip I dreamed about
In that cul-de-sac with no parents
Turning nothing into something when they ate away bunk
The gynecologist
You pussies understand that I’m coming
I'm like water
Hoes thirsted over me for some product
Knowing if the curtain falls I won’t get brained this often

I’m just seeing the world differently
They agree with all that I say as I make history
Who am I to judge they thinking I love the industry
I’m just in the cup with a bottle of 'A' sipping and thinking

Rest in peace to Wilt Chamberlain
Bitch, I kill the game
My ink spilled on the pavement
Only time you’ll catch my shook is whenever I smell the bacon
Like As-Salaam-Alaikum
Your mommy on the beach
You can’t do no wrong
Make this shit like we in Taiwan
No artificial autumn
Like Picasso evolve
Blatantly shit on
Y’all I don’t lock up the stall
Y’all to busy on the internet to look at the stars

From the city where your close friends is plotting against you
From the city of the purple sprite
But I just drink liquor
In the city swig [?]
In the back of my homie’s Civic
Flow off instrumentals
Now this shit is a business
Ay, I got something to say
The good don’t last forever
I got a taste but never getting complacent

Twist the tree
Hit the mic
I’m illustrating my lifetime
Food for thought
Shorty call me up when it’s night time

She love the way I spit this shit
Bring it all together like Pangaea

Won’t sell my soul for my name to be known
They handing checks and telling me sign here
Think about it now
Think about that shit
We get it popping shorty just like this
Just think about that shit
We get it popping baby just like this

[Outro]