Young Prince - Over Here (Remix) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Verse 1: Deramus)
Yeah, now I remember long plane flights over seas
Landing looking for weed, to smoke with a few bitches
Then pray that we never leave
Talk about how we talk say I sound so adorable
Asking what's a St Louis nigga she never heard of em
Back to the hotel bottles I need more
Keep an eye out for Richie, smoke til his chest sore
Yeah, doctors say he got a problem but fuck it
We light another then sit and talk about it
I know that I'm wrong boy and compliments show for it
I just need somebody to tell me they found Lauren
Shit I spit is vivid they calling it rap porn
Yeah, somebody tell me where's Lauren
New tatts itching the scripture that's reading my life story
Dig dirt up about a nigga you fuck around and get buried
Money been coming easy that's probably cause I've been working
Hard labor, but soft, you niggas get killed off
Pause,straight cause why they acting like broads
Got us exposing niggas and finding out that they fraud
Yelling oh boy, somebody get some glasses for these niggas
Cause really I'm scaring niggas like Halloween in October
Yes Lord
Aura Gold, man I like my liquor cold
Plus two shots of henny to the liver got a nigga feeling throwed
Yea popping champagne over here ain't shit change nigga
Know we getting change over her for real

(Verse 2: Young Prince)
Italian food from a woman that’s Latin
I just got home from the yo I’m out making it happen
Spending my time living life so it’s easier for me to write
Its sum things that been on my mind I’m just writing these captions
Italian food from a woman that’s Latin
I just got home from the yo I’m out making it happen
She said papi after you eat I got something sweet for dessert
I said fuck dis dinner yo ass look like a peach up in that skirt girl
Ain’t wit the bullshit gon’ take off them clothes
Let me show you some’ exclusive I don’t show these hoes
Go get a towel and meet me up in the shower
Light up sum candles we gon’ fuck all night to my fucking album
Yea I got you open like Starbucks on early mornings
Sweating so hard it’s like I’m back up on the stage performing
You say you like it slow well I’ll take it slower than usher
Guaranteed to hit that spot to that pussy start gushing for real
Feel like I’m popping champagne
Next morning you calling saying I beat you out the frame
And all night you was screaming bet the neighbors know my name
I had you going insane and you gave me some good brain straight geeking
Its 9 o’clock in the city I’m in the studio
Man I think I’ve become a slave to these groupie hoes
I asked my dog for inspiration so he called em
Picked em up and he brought em
We got em running like water
Seems to me like every night it’s just the same damn thing
Feeling like every damn night I have the same damn dream
No new ones man I’m just fucking with the same damn team
Headed straight for the top to get the same damn green
What’s up?