Anonymousone - We Reminisce (SummerMadness) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse One]
Beatin down the block, beatin down the highway
So if you’re looking for one direction, come around my way
605 south, exit firestone
I’m at the park gettin hella blowed
You can join if ya got weed to smoke
So come parlay w/ me and you’ll see
That the southeast LA is the place to be
Often overlooked, often underrated
But we just like you all the hoods rockin raiders
And we rep LA hard just like the la lakers
It’s saturday night, smokin with my friends
Planning on how to end the weekend
Feelin weak and i stress out every day of the week and its
Sunday morning, we decide to hit venice beach to feel the calm breeze
Tell everyone to meet up at the green at about 3
Should i call tre? he’s just a stop away?
I just got paid and you know all my friends about to get faded!
All excited, so my head’s elevated
After an hour trip, we here, finally made it
Palm trees, 80 degrees
Ridin to the aviation with the green
I got a backpack full of colors and a flat black
With a knapsack on my side w/some fatcaps
What’s better than this? tell me
That’s the summer life when you living in cali
Pick up some grape swishers and hit up the alleys
Rolling up on the sand
With my medication with two hands
Painting up the pits
With my click
It’s that five six two up in this bitch

[Hook]
**step to us, we in ya face son!
Los angeles sensation
$10 is enough for a good intoxication**

[Verse Two]
Walkin down the shore, headed towards the liquor store
Cuz i’m buzzed,and i’m blunt
And nothing could bug me, cuz i don’t give a fuck
Now we back on the greenline, headed to the cuts
The day is still breezy and young
Kinda like us
What is there to do to have fun?
I still got a 5 left, and so do the homegirls
So we head to her pad, to get our drunk on
Fuck a four loko cuz i’d rather drink a four-oh
Bumpin phora, finished it, asking for a more and
I get some high lifes cuz they’re two for five
Finished em both, i’m good for the night
Anyone have an extra can? cuz i got a freeway plan
Ok you don’t, you at least gonna pass that black?
Book, lookin at all these styles
Graff gossip, save it in my head like files
You haven’t heard the west like this in a while
My style’s so sick, cuz everything i spit it vile
I’m so west coast
I love my state more than most
So sorry if i happen to boast in my most of my flows
If you’re from around here, you already know
How it goes, so put ya glass up and a toast
Never conceited, but i love this shit and i mean it