YachtMansion - Roman Numeral III [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[I]
[Verse]
Almost lost my mind doing shit they value
Poppin all this Vallium, pumpin up the volume
Bass in my system now they know me out in Cali
They Know me out in London, spent a grip on Paris fashion
Designer of the dope, doped on designer drugs
Drunk off that black liquor, black paper for the shrub
Vivid darkness, rocking John Lennon glasses
With the Rick Owens jacket and the jeans Saint Laurent
Vicious! chillin with chicks like Paris Hilton
Hotel at Eiffel Tower, puffing on that sour
Every time they see an N, they wanna act like Matt Lauer
Wavy with the speech, I'm gettin head like Bill Clinton
Way too cold, a nigga was born sinning
But a nigga on his Yeezus, Been Trill since the beginning
That combination got my chakra, high like Mt. Olympus
Demi-god to all these bitches, Hercules all in the swisher

[Outro]
Vicious!

[II]
[Verse]
Vintage shit in my possession
Brunches and luncheons, luxury is my profession
Damn a nigga on his hustle though
Smoking green in a mansion out in Brussels though
Armoir full of fur, used to rock the caesar
With the waves back in the day, now they on my wave
Cowabunga, globals no locals, Ray-ban's for the focals
Stunting is a habbit!
Now i'm spitting rabid, niggas seeing cabbage
Like Irish niggas at farmers markets
Smoke the freshest green that's in the garden
At any given moment: trillest nigga ever
Double cup so potent, shades on like a pilot
Stay fly in any weather
Donna Karen leather, and watch the gold swing
Like Roger Federer, or like Raphael Nadal
Rhymes too official so you gotta respect the call nigga

[III]
[Intro]
I'm floating
I'm floating, high
I'm floating, high
I'm floating, high

[Verse]
I dont feel like bragging but I will
You niggas too fake, your bitch know who real
Trillest nigga ever, got rich white bitches giving head over heels
For a real nigga, big spender, go getter in black leather
You couldn't fathom all the splendor that I witness on the daily
She didn't like the black liquor
So we sipping on the Bailey's
Real talk: best by far
Cool if you broke, shit I smoke you can't afford nigga

[outro]
So damn high, flying low
But fucking high
And I'm so damn high
I'm flying through the night
Said I'm flying through the night
Said I'm flying through the night
Flying through the night
I floating
Said I'm flying through the night
I'm so high
I'm high