The Pro Letarians - Good Weather [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Yeah…
Oh, I feel good
Where we going tonight? Where we at?
You know it’s whatever
You trying to ride with me? Yessss
Alright… alright… alright…

[Verse 1]
Well my tank on “e” everybody put five in (five in)
Five, everybody put five in
I’m in the Sebring, I can fit 5 in (five in)
Five in, eight if we’re lapping up
But I’m riding in the back if we lap up
Cause I always wanted Sydney on my lap, what?
She know, aw yeah, she know it
Had a thing for her since 6th grade, I hope she know it
Now I’m rocking all these clothes and these chains, I hope she notice
And her boyfriend getting bent out of shape with scoliosis
Awwww
Aw, boy you better get that checked out
And all these record labels better get their checks out
Why everything gotta sound so surround for?
Uh, I’m bout my business like it’s Dow Jones
Tryna get stuffed with cheddar like I’m a calzone
Oh, that explains why we always busy as dial tones

[Hook]
We just headed wherever
God I’m loving this weather
Chi-city summers, my God I’m loving this weather
If this is far as it goes, then it hasn’t been a pleasure
This can’t be it, it’s gotta get more better
And I’m ahead of my time, so I’m right on schedule
Right on schedule, yeah I’m right on schedule
Boy I’m right on…
And I just want my spot like Cruella
Riding in a de Ville, praying that God’ll bless us

[Verse 2: Jupiter Jim]
See we always got just enough gas
To get us to where we goin
And the warm winter nights
Where you can’t even tell it’s snowing
Young and full of emotion
But too immature to show them
They fade away over time
I call that soul erosion
And we was basically brothers
All we needed was blood
And we’d fight over girls
They never fought over us
And you told me that I would make it
I barely had any haters
But that ain’t always concern me
But I’m sure they’re coming later
And shout out to my family
And my cuzzo, DT3
Believed in me when they said
There’s nothing to see in me
They tryna get him to the league
He just want a degree
I want rich, fame, or happiness or one of the three
They told me that I couldn’t be what I wanted to be
Then all I wanted to be was deceased
But these beats to live to go dead on
Said I’m classic, you dead on
Boy I’m spitting that heroin!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Jupiter Jim]
Me and JO had a convo bout why we want to be famous
Surprisingly we both want every girl that had ever played us
To see that we’re getting paper
And have of our maids go to their place everyday
And remind them that we made it
Immature with dreams, see that’s a perfect combination
And these girls get distracting, I’m working on concentration
We don’t got a game plan, I see that as an advantage
Cause dreams should be free, not contracted or managed
Awwww
It’s genius as you suspected it
Uh, I gotta do it like prerequisites
We gonna kill everything, that’s a definite
Anybody out there better?
That’s a negative
And shout out to everyone that deleted us
It’s me, JO, and some white kids that believe in us
And you know we do it proper
Thousand downloads, I think we just went copper…

[Hook]