Ben Carey - Tennis In Venice [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Ben Carey]
Fourty-love
Fool, I’m so above
Y’all, I’m like a dove
Mafucker, I’m reppin’ Dove
What’s that Gov’na
I’m steppin’ on ya?
Well all ‘pologies then
I’m just tryna get my zen
To win one more Wimble-den

[Verse 2: Ben Carey]
Or an Oz Open, first of the year
Like Skrillex I’m in ya sphere
I’m in ya dome
I’m in ya home
I’m playin’ Rome
To get in the zone
To take the throne
And make the French my own
Player, watch the throne
This shit’s set in stone

[Verse 3: Ben Carey]
I ball so hard mafuckers wanna ace me
But first players gotta chase me
First players gotta face me
What’s love-thirty to a mafucker like me
Can you please remind me?
Ball so hard
(That shit clay, that shit clay)
Ball so hard
(That shit clay, that shit clay)

[Verse 4: Ben Carey]
I’m betterer than Federer
I make Nadal look like a darl
Make him look banal
Djokervitch
What a joker-bitch
Roll ‘im up an’ smoke-a-bitch
Hit ‘im wit ma super soaker, bitch

[Verse 5: Ben Carey]
I’m practisin’ my serve
Tryna get that curve
To give players what they deserve
Holla at the PA to play The Verve
A bittersweet symphony
I ha’ no sympathy
The U.S is mine
So quit cha whine
And pour my wine, mafucker