Wrekless - Movin' Two Fast [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Jet 2]
Guess we gotta slow it down now
Think I'm movin' too fast for her
Think I'm moving too fast

[Verse 1: Jet 2]
I said I figured I'd try this
Hoping they like that
Trying to figure where my pride is 'til you came right back
And I figure I'm in need of a little therapy and a good dose of music
So give me a couple months and I'll be right back
Observing life through the sky rise high view
I'm the type of dude to take a climb and a dive too
With a beautiful dime, brown skin and she bomb
As a mine or grenade with a shine like a diamond
Pilot, physique got me high as a cloud is
Drug, she my heroin but I ain't Amy wine-ing
Searching through her treasure chest, heart trying to find it
Love double excel at the right time; Jet
Magazine for her essece I'm a fiend for the girl with the keen instinct
I can call Cinderella like I stumbled on her slipper
We might be moving too fast, but I'm sure we'll crash clean, go

[Hook: Jet 2, BeeGee & Hitman]
See at first it was too slow
Now you say I'm moving too fast for you girl
Too fast for you girl (repeat 2x)

[Verse 2: BeeGee]
Moving too fast, that's what you say
Girl I gotta go, but you want me to stay
I hate the fact that I love you so much
From the frown when you mad to your sensitive touch
I wanna be with you and everybody know that
You moving too slow and a nigga can't take that
When I was moving too slow, you would call me up
But now I'm running things and I rarely even hear your mouth
But that's your fault
You took a good nigga and you turned him to salt
I threw it at you and my heart you caught
Then you beat the shit up; love assault
Remember? We made a pact
You broke my heart to pieces, I'm just stating the facts
I'm fast paced and you're holding me back
Either step your shit up, or move on and that's that

[Hook: Jet 2, BeeGee & Hitman]

[Verse 3: Hitman]
I got a little problem I should deal with
Cause not wanting a girl's like not wanting the millions
Crowd full of bitches, cause Hitman in the building
It's just eleven thirty, "All My Children"
Make it to my room, a couple texts from some more chicks
They all L.A. high ready like some Romans
Team face, man all my bitches doming
And row row your boat in the pussy, I'm stroking
In motion, I'mma be amazing
Moving too fast, bitch I'm blazing; cajun
Hot on the swag, sunshine probably could date him
Line up, but not even a haircut could fade him
Trees why I never text back
In the stu with my crew make you fear rap
She pop the head off like a beer cap
Girl wanna ride, well mami let me steer that

[Hook: Jet 2, BeeGee & Hitman]