The Paxtons - Tonight [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Chris]
Scarred off this potion, schwinn wheels in motion
Don't drink and drive but I smoke and ride, lemme light sumn while I'm coasting
I'm fucked up bit I'm focused. I'm peeping five, they posted
Got a text from a shorty she open, she wanna pop sumn for a poor pimp
But this project due, its finna drop in a week and it's songs I still ain't wrote yet
But shit, thats life and pressure bust pipes, so I piped sumn, bussed and wrote that
Oh avenue C? Cee gon snap. Oh D too? Yeah they both japped
I'm a let the liquor tell it, light this reefer then inhale it
Yeah I'm blowing down my problems. Couple collards wit my spinach
Off my mixed green salad, look at all this healthy living
Sending invoices out steady taking care of business
Them my favorite type of greens, eating, smoking and I'm spending, yeah
Life's decent besides all the fuck shit
I'm just grateful that a scholar got to function

[Dave]
We arguing in whole foods/
Like who is this bitch and how does she know you? This one of your chicks, then why she approach?
You so full of shit, like how you know every high yellow and thick girl in brooklyn and what is she lookin at?
I ain't the one. What you ain't gon do is tell me, where a nigga can't speak
Tryna hold my tongue. No never would air it out on twitter
Daddy ain't here for me to get at em, I ain't tryna bring it up to my niggas
Thought it might rollover like minutes, thought it might blow over right after
They say two times a coincidence, but that third time is a pattern
See my mom stressed but who folks ain't? Money good so we both straight
But we always fight, and its one'a them nights, where a nigga just might go rotate
Can't stand these fuckin prollems, finna head out to that parlor
Don't stay up, don't wait up, don't even worry bout calling
Got my jay rolled, my jays on, half glass of that jamo
Half the gals in here know my face, don't naan one know my name tho
Don't naan one know my main chick, don't naan one got restraint tho
Don't look a pimp in his eyes girl, right now I think I'm James Jones
My hands tied, like s & m/ I'm afraid we can't be more than the best of friends
Shit, til that liquor get my best mane
And that text game from my ex main look welcoming, pray I come back home tonight