Yakobie Slade - Moderation [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]

Looks like it’s easier than I thought to be an addict
Curves constantly up on my thoughts, it’s melodramatic
Words flying through my brain
Girls driving me insane
No parachute, I don't give a fuck
Jump the plane

[Verse 1]

Y’all don't quite know who you’re fucking with, do ya?
Wait I don't like that
Slow it down, (ohh yaa)
Y’all been living moderately
But these girls got me thinking bout it differently
I'm done moderating my medicine
Or my Hennessy
Hear me honey
It’s time to speak the truth with Slade
I have not been paid
(Ah)
Wish I was in red robes
Evil smile, Jafar
People always telling me that lifestyle’s so far
Away, but it isn't really
They don’t know me
Or my killer ambition
One more shot and now my ambition is missing
I'm gifted and drinking
Not sober and prosperous
But over this monstrous persona I have embodied
I’m getting close calls and probablys
That shit isn't good enough
I need something I can touch
Pop it in the toaster oven
Toast it for like five minutes
Imma kill these motherfuckers
Murder all these little bitches!
They are in no position to call me out on anything
Fuck all that little change!
Imma steal a fucking range
Rover and its over faster
Than Jehovah's Witness can talk to you 'bout religion
I'm holding down my position
Y’all focus on yours!
I be pretty city living
Fuck all the burbs! (Fuck 'em!)
Skinny margarita sipping
Nothing quite like it
That life that I'm trying to conquest with a vengeance
I don't want your penance, I don't want your pennies!
Sucker up the anti
Stomach feeling antsy
Veins running blue
With the blood that's within them
And my names sounding cool to the crew that I kick it with
Picture this
Picture this
Picturesque
Women looking pretty in they custom crispy jackets
All this bragging is a fraction of the fun I'm probably having
Probably laughing, smoking weed, I'm probably gassing
Broken dreams, are hardly passing, yo
They be right in front of me
I'll snatch them suckers up like Charlie Chaplin in the twen-et-ies
Think something is fun-na-nie?
Y’all don't see me laughing, do ya?
Y’all just see me rap
Electrocuting like I'm zapping thru ya
Blacker than ambassador's
Hand that fucker a pen
I'm inter fucking galac-tic-er
Black and black on the Benz
Black and black up on the shoes and
Black and black up on the dresser
I’m wearing black for my blues
These colors are under pressure
I’m thinking about reality lesser
Imma normality stretcher
Fuck the fucking status quot!
When I’m content with my status
I will surely let you know!
Till’ then imma be the baddest
Fluid rhymes I let them flow
Do or die like I’m an addict
Overdose you never know

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