Amir Royale - Kool-Aid and Frozen Pizza [Finesse Cover] [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Produced by Lord Finesse]
[Reproduction by DJ Lack]
[Additional Production by Amir Royale]

[Intro]
You know what?

[Verse 1]
Ya'll say we new?
We ain't even new
We just some old school kids
You ain't even knew?
I got 'em questioning themselves like a damn sleuth
Give 'em a talk show host so they can tell the truth
Look, took Radiohead put 'em into a rap
People tryna say its getting outta whack
Wait, it's a wrap?
I'm never coming back?
Well who said that?
'Cuz Imma rough 'em up—facts
My patience has the strength of a twig
I just snapped
Making these niggas lose rhythm
Give 'em jet lag
Uh—'Cuz I'm moving too fast
If you gonna stick around me then you better adapt
Otherwise, I got you hazy in critical
If you ain't about me then you must be egotistical
Ya'll babbling to me
Like I'm Oprah (Oprah)
Give me some space to explode
Supernova
Sit your ass on that sofa
So I can sculpt you like a sculpture
If you wanna you can call me A. Canova
Got these nude girls "nervosa"
That ain't Spanish but I'm a part of the culture
And since you with it since I'm with it then you better get closer
But I fear its close to over
And since you wanna drop tears
I ain't gonna interfere
Imma just stand here
And Imma let you do it
We just some dope kids
Who know kids
Who's kicking incredbly dope shit
We all miss—the old stuff
Kool-Aid—eating pizza that was frozen
We scream—you sceam
But mostly you scream at the things
That some of us do like plant seeds then talk dreams
While bumping "Do Right & Kill Everything"
So you wanna drink?
Here's another one
Oh you like it two ways?
Here's another pun
Ah, I'm inclined to be laid back
So I'll preach about seven stacks of 25 mil back to back
Stacks on stacks
Girl you got racks on racks
They call you "DD?"
Do they call them that?
I should probably stop searching for help
And search for myself
I know you called but I'm too busy searching to help
I know you can tell
This a different world
I don't remember living in it just a year ago
I got a couple secrets you could never figure out
Still afraid to let 'em out
But I gotta soon
Childhood crawling farther away
Seems from day to day
I keep forgetting things that a king should remember
Feeling dead this minute
And alive in the next
Praying to God it'll change with a text

[Skit]
(beat drops)

- America Online dial up ringtone. AIM chatroom sounds. A user enters the chatroom. A message is sent, then another. There is silence

L: (yawns) Still no answer?

A: Nah man. Nothing...

- Another message is sent

A: (beat) Come on Steph...

- There is a response, then another

A: Oh snap!

- There is a ruckus. Silence returns

L: What she say?

(beat returns)

[Verse 2]
I can't hear you, I'm still fading
But I'm not done, there's still beats in my basement
I'm just ticked off
Enough with the statements
So let's just say I'm bomb and I ain't nothing to play with
How you like this?
How you like that?
I ain't no Chris
But I got ya'll smacked
Time is tryna lie to us
But we don't gotta move
When they ask for me
I may not even choose to
Go
Far Gone
Heaven Bound child
Everybody loves the new kid with the crown now
Blues Bell
I shout it and its used well
Oh this a long story
But it ain't hard to tell
You should blow the horn Taurus
We ain't 'bout bull
That yeah we got a red curtain
That ain't got pulled
No hook
No chorus
Don't look for it
Obese, oblique hopes
You know?
This could be my last chance
So I gotta take it
Tryna rise fast
Boy I gotta make it
All I really got here is three S.W.A.G. friends
Artist Guild boy
Magnificent

[Interlude]
We just some mothafuckin' kids
We just some mothafuckin' kids
We be some mothafuckin' kids
We just some fuckin' kids

[Outro]
Yeah, most def...
Respects to Lord Finesse
And shoutout to Mac Miller
We keeping it hip to the game for life homie
You feel me?
Don't forget it
Magnificent
Magnificent
Magnificent
Magnificent