Thirsty Fish - Girls... Or... Like... [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Our Time is limited tonight
But I got to send love
To all the women in my life
From the innocent and bright
To the independent type
But after we finish
You’ll see ‘em in a different light
That’s right
The girls… are… like…
You know the girls…

[Verse 1: Psychosiz]
The girls… or… like…
First edition
Vintage prints
In Mint condition
With inscriptions
Cursive written
Personally penned in... by Stan motherfuckin’ Lee

She was incredible
But green with Envy and couldn’t let it go
Always wanted to smash on bitches
The shit was terrible
Territorial even
I mean, we’d go to dinner
The slightest thing would set her off
All bitter off her temper
Don’t let her have her friends with her
Those bitches Defender
Then get all West Coast
And want me to Avenger
So I kicked her to the curb
Absurd
My mistake
In hindsight
I should have shot her into space
But I got an Amazing broad
To follow in her place
Baby was Spectacular
They call her Sensational
And they should know
She was all over the place
Bouncing off the walls
The friendly neighborhood waitress
With traits of a stripper
Upside down
She put her legs behind her head
Then let me take pictures
Had to park her
She couldn’t let the Mary Jane go
Tryna’ fight the high
The glide took her on a ride
Ran out of fluid and died
From the very same blow
In a web of lies
But I guess that’s how the game go
From Surfer broads
To Runaways
To underrated Strange hoes
It’s uncanny
The way these Rogue chicks Dazzle me
Storm in and Psy locks ‘em down
Week after week
It’s genetic
They hate being called freaks
Different shades of blue
It’s all the same Mystique

Our Time is limited tonight
But I got to send love
To all the women in my life
From the innocent and bright
To the independent type
But after we finish
You’ll see ‘em in a different light
That’s right
The girls… are… like…
You know the girls…

[Verse 2: Open Mike Eagle]
The girls… or… like…
Sick and attractive but I’m sick of the traffic
Keys to houses and jeans and blouses
So she ain’t stuck on shoppin’
She’s just browsin’
I knew this girl named Rapid Sheryl
She worked at Cracker Barrel
Wearing some witty dingy black indie rap apparel
She has a legion of exes
She was in need of protection
She had the world’s flyest CD collection
So let’s just say she would lace heads
With all the new music but none of them fools had to break bread
But they turned red in the face and gave chase
Occasionally the CD didn’t match what the case said
So brothers ran like a base-head chasing a jumbo
To the other homegirl Megan Upload
Now Megan had to keep it cutthroat
Because her home address was well known
So to protect herself she switched the letters on her bell code
And Lucendit was too business
If my package was too big then she’s trippin’ on who zipped it
Plus she wanted a subscription
Not like the sister Viv-Share
Her spot’s nice but I keep hearing viruses live there
Kinda like Z-Sheri’s place
Cause she’s a freak too and runs around with half-naked chicks offering previews
(Dat don’t mean I’m a freak, Boo)
I don’t believe you
How you got all these rap niggas lead singles?
As a youngin’ I would mingle but I’m wiser in old age
Ain’t nothing worth bringing a virus back to my home page

Our Time is limited tonight
But I got to send love
To all the women in my life
From the innocent and right
To the independent type
But after we finish
You’ll see ‘em in a different light
That’s right
The girls… are… like…
You know the girls…

[Verse 3: Dumbfoundead]
The girls… or… like…
Remote controls and the Oprah show
Digital cable you steal from your neighbors
Broadcasting live to all the broads passing by
Who watch OC but won’t read the Los Angeles Times
The blonde plastic types like the ones on Real World
I’m down for a Blind Date
Deal Or No Deal, girl?
You obviously ain’t heard Blowed heads on Pro Tools
Cause if you did you’d probably give road head on Road Rules
I’m Old School
I Love Lucy
Cougars like Judge Judy
Hug groupies
I’m just a player like Doug Flutie
It ain’t even playoffs
I love New York
But there ain’t nothing like Cali hoes
Right Too $hort
I’m looking for a Top Chef to give me the five o’clock news
Waking up to Maury telling me the father’s not you
Remember
It’s the Man Show
The old Jimmy Kimmel
Act up and you’ll get replaced like Conan did Leno
Don’t you get sent home
I’m the one with the last rose
Better entertain me
You know what happens to bad shows
Cancelled