Alumni Music - Letter [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[VERSE 1 – Scumlord]
Still a nerdy scumlord
Invadin the game from an alien world
And you can check my words
And yallin back to me something I haven’t heard
Like I’m the best
Or I’m worth something
Cause being broke plus being single
Equals being next to nothing
So I gotta back my move, cuttin close won’t cut no bread
And I refuse to lose to these regular dudes
And be better off covered like my last song said
I spend more time writin books than stackin paper
But better late than never so you can have this letter
I hope you feel better about all my posts you like
Maybe something right? Like you wish you were here tonight
And fightin the urge to message you and tell you how I feel
But I know, but I know, but I know, but I know
That pretty words don’t have enough appeal
Just wanna give you something real
And I hope this isn’t weird
But it probably is when you check yes
Just like we’re little kids
And you’re still in my dreams
I hope you never leave
Cause I won’t open my eyes til we don’t gotta make believe

[HOOK – Lana Del Rey Sample]
Swinging in the backyard
Pull up in your fast car
Whistling my name
Open up a beer
And you say, "Get over here
And play a video game."
I'm in his favorite sun dress
Watching me get undressed
Take that body downtown
I say, "You the bestest."
Lean in for a big kiss
Put his favorite perfume on
Go play a video game

[VERSE 2 – Jacob Smith]
Ol muck been ol mucky since told cause they love ‘em
You ever seen Escribitionist? We need coal trucks
Cause when I spit this, it lights fires, I’mma go harder than Bolin
Little fat kid with an accent, that was back then
I’m actin and rappin anything but ratchet
You know what? I’m runnin
Cause my money gon come when I’m outchea’
I’m outchea’ on out near
On out near them streets in the H where sewer drains smellin
And I make these girls dance like I was Ellen
Not failin, I’m nailin girls who look like young Palin’s digits
We ain’t fuck yet but muck gets what muck gets
And what muck gets is what muck wants
I’m outchea’, bustin rhymes when my crowd near
Not too loud, dear, it’s too loud cause when your earphones in
It makes orgasms happen faster than Tails’s friend
Yeah I’m ailment when my pale pigment
Disguises the skill that I deal with my book and pen
Damn, she like, “what the fuck just happened?
He different, should’ve dated the dude” but that was back then
You talk like…

HOOK

[BRIDGE – Lana Del Rey Sample]
It's you, it's you, it's all for you
Everything I do
I tell you all the time
Heaven is a place on earth with you
Tell me all the things you wanna do
I heard that you like the bad girls
Honey, is that true?
It's better than I ever even knew
They say that the world was built for two
Only worth living if somebody is loving you
Baby, now you do

[VERSE 3 – E.V.]
Got a lot of girls in my bed
They names are only sad, broken, they’re all in my head
The shit’s drivin me crazy, losin ambition
Holdin on to the edge, my fingers are slippin
Got me wishin for some help
Can’t do this on my own
Callin out your name, but look I’m still alone
I’m sorry for my flaws
Sorry for these calls
Wrote a couple letters
Just before I fall
And I fell
In and out of love
I’m tainted, you’re saintly
Pure as a dove, and I love it
Can you forgive me?
Think about all the love you used to give me?
Think for a second, baby, do you miss me?
Remember the way we lay in the bed and you kiss me
Yeah I like that
Think about what we had
Let’s make a future
And don’t look back
Uh

HOOK

[VERSE 4 – Big Daddy Dub]
I’m gonna fry ya like Richard Pryor
Need a pussy to get killed, I’m the hitman for hire
Leanin like a flat tire, they call me the sire
I’m hotter than some clothes that are fresh out the dryer
Let me get the flow goin
Let me get it rollin
I more more weight than a six hundred pound Samoan
Damn, so why you gotta do me like that
Bitch, we pullin on the strings like Gepetto
But you be makin my legs turn into jello
Damn I just wanna be a real boy
She gotta let go
Get off my nuts, bitch
Put you in a ditch
You a little snitch
Pullin bitches is my currency
You know that I’m rich
You know I’mma leave you with a bad taste in your mouth
Cause you know I’m from the deep dirty south
Cut you off and tie you off
And throw you in Stephen’s Lake
Spring break, bitch