Bar - Blood Runs [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Blood runs thick like honey [x8]

[Verse 1: Bar]
Kids wanna be hard but they still pissin at their parent's
Pussy cat on my right you shard wads on the walls you rented
Shades low in the light or dark either way I've ended
The game I'm the dame got blessed with no reverend
See I set up the pawns, but they're just a distraction
To slither the queen behind a barrier-ed fraction
Of fortress disarmed between action and attraction
Pile pounds of tough love on your dinero subtraction
Got that mattress mami made a name no words whatsoever
Million miles a minute in the bank for being clever
Feather boa on the bum but the wits stay fresher
Shred like hell cause it's worth the endeavor
So double the pressure if the keystone mean
Double the pleasure if the celo green
Yeah double the measure if you wanna join the team
But triple the flock if you're chasing the cream cause

Blood runs thick like honey [x8]

[Verse 2: Bar]
Got labeled as a JAP but don't mix me with my sister
Mad science lab license I framed the picture
Of you and your reflection bent phallic trigger
You rigged the game and I still came out the winner
Winner winner chicken dinner these fools feel so entitled
To fake attention granted by flopped digital files
Pack the clip suburban kids be bad for a little while
Kiss the cat and cop the cook before you lose your inner child
Cause all that glistens glints eight-fold
First contact from favored stories abroad
Slow on the touch, slow on the roll
Slow shift on the clutch, slow dome through the toll
Control hearts through magnetic force
String it like puppets and buyers remorse
Shut up and take a shot of the struggle of course
Cause a dry with an Olive will quench thirst to the source when

Blood runs thick like honey [x8]

[Verse 3: Bar]
Ya son's up at 8, my son's up till 8
Can't wait we trust no flake to date
My hoes inflate great magistrate
Confess to me your escapade
Send you with loose leaf paper plates
To shield you on your next brigade
To QuikChek for that pack of Games
Yeah ya chipped family jewels weigh more than ya brain
You lame insane ass cookin pound
Of crinkle cut no crisp in sound
Hardcover print but weak thread bound
Can't fill your shoes dude you's a clown
Got round and round of whiskey let the fire flow
Starve myself slow to feed the soul
People on the watch if it get out of control
Cause we plant Hamilton seeds in Benjamin rows when

Blood runs thick like honey [x8]