Tuesday Thru Sunday - God's Music (Sunday) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse:1 Matt Meyer Lanksy]
This is God's music, Allah's music, Halal music, Hezbollah
Synagogue, temple and a mosque music, Bible and Qur'an
Through thoughts of suicide and real life suicide I try to swallow my pride but that shit ain't happening
They say I rap about things that can't happen, but you ain't lived the life I live so keep yapping
The wildest dreams I've ever had never had you in them it was just me and my dad
Never make hoes choose sunglasses over bag, they can get both if they giving up the fat ass
I've been rich a couple times, but would you even doubt me?
Hit your chick a couple times, didn't think that she was bout it?
You forget the shit I did? What? Your vision must be cloudy
Turned out Orlando when I lived in Tallahassee
Niggas here out being rowdy when your pockets are lousy
Been to jail a couple times, out of town getting rowdy
You ain't seen me in my prime, y'all stunt prematurely wish you had a whip like mine plus the pussy that I'm merking
Lil homie it's my time, watch me you could be learning while you're too busy staring at this blue dream that's burning
I deserve it all, while you observe it all
I swear you could have learned it all, my pockets just disturbs them all
And jealous ones still envy, that's why the last crib I lived in sits empty
You don't know how I've been living, can't complain different city
But I've been living still stunner ain't shit different

[Verse 2: Robb Bank$]
Robb Bank$, Lanksy, hoes always ask me how we get so cold and how all my clothes always flashy
Big shit popping like I tore my first Magnum, acne pill popping strapped with a women's handgun
Feeling handsome, blowed watching Trainspotting, money tied up in investments and Supreme shopping
Bitch hear my music now she trying to sing for a nigga, when I come home she take that Bathing Ape off a nigga
Mr. Keep the Bananas won't shy with a gorilla but no fucking with my bread told her for that shit I'll kill her
I throw them ones girl, you know I got plenty
You eighteen years old and I'm sixteen living my twenties
Talk about you text me Teriyaki play me
Looking at my dragon radar to see what bitches need smanging
Blue-eyed snow bunny ho look like she Super Saiyan
Say I changed up Kanye shrug, how? I'm just saying
Thoughts still clouded, I'm surrounded need to let it go
Sold my soul to Athena for the love of a redbone
Niggas want peace got a deal with the turmoil
The more boxes colour coded, smart stunners Andy Warhol
Black on black, gold finish fear and loathing
Feel like a God from the balcony, wine glass full of potion
Sky box of states in the heavens like who the neighbors?
And a That's so Raven looking ho kept as my Super Saiyan

[Verse 3: Matt Meyer Lanksy]
And I still stick close to my felon friends


[Verse 4: Matt Meyer Lanksy]
Just in case you really gotta get it in
I just hope these plotting cock suckers is listening
I shine like the chains that were glistening at my christening
My family's history ain't a mystery, I'mma keep it at that to avoid false imprisonment
Thug life, yeah I've been in it
You'll never see me again use your imagination and vision it
This is God's music
This is Allah's music
This is Halal music, Hezbollah music
Synagogue music, Minotaur music, this is Adar music, Bible and Qur'an music
Temple and a mosque music, visions when you're lost music
Sony for the soft catch a block knocked off
The wildest dreams I've ever had never had you in them
It was just me and my dad
Never make hoes choose sunglasses over bag, they can get both if they giving up the fat ass
What? (If) They giving up the fat ass, they can get both if they giving up the fat ass
From Sunday I got yo bitch from bitch thru Sunday, yeah from Tuesday thru hmmm no from Tuesday thru Sunday