Cazzie Jetson - Holy Purpsday / Lost Swayze [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Part I: Holy Purpsday]

[Verse 1: CAZZIE]
I don't know if you accustomed to greatness
But that's my description there is no debatin'
If I see trophies you know that I'm takin 'em
And the haters, I ain't got shit to say to 'em
Walk in the room, feel all the tension
You get the receipt if you're paying attention
I tell you I'm next up, you tell me to fess up
I'm not making nothing, just hoping and wishing
Pull up in something that look like its Christmas
That at the end of the day is my mission
I don't know who you be idolizing
But I got 'em in check like my name is Verizon
I am the man, you the man in your dreams
What it is is never what it may seem
A couple niggas got some screws loose
But it ain't shit to this Great Machine, my nigga

[Hook: Gic]
Lookin' for love in the jungle
[x 3]
My nigga, just lookin' for the love in the jungle
Why you hate that I love you
Why you hate that i love you
Why you hate that I get it, I get it
I get it

[Bridge: CAZZIE]
Uh, Holy PurpsDay nigga
Uh, Holy PurpsDay nigga
Better praise the Almighty Purp
In Purp we trust
When we speak bro
Don't interrupt
Back in effect
(Varsity)

[Verse 2]
Been in this bitch since
State Prop Pro Keds, nigga
Better bow so hard till ya knees hit ya muhfukin' forehead, nigga
Gone for a minute so they think we over
Talkin' slick they better think it over
Philly rap's in our back pocket
See the throne, holmes? That's my home nigga
A lot of cats that I had respect for, I don't see no more
Or the ones that I do see just fell off
Talk a lot but they Propofol
Most of all, cuz I'm sleep
And all y'all following are just sheep in a pasture
A bunch of Owen Harts in the rafters
PVG, we're the pastors
Church

[Hook]

[Part II: Lost Swayze]

[Verse 3]
If don't nobody see me as a winner
I guess I got no reason to believe I'm not a sinner
I'm an artist masquerading as a business man, I hate this shit
I'm only doin it to not have suck up to labels and shit
I almost lost Swayze 'bout a year ago
Still tryna find him, don't know where to go
Everybody got opinions 'bout my new shit
Not matching up with my old shit
All of the pressure is worth my weight in gold
Guess I gotta prove em opposite
Swayze is Tom Brady mixed with Tracy McGrady trapped in Auschwitz
Plottin' a revolution, 'cuz I see no solutions
Just a bunch of lyricists trapped in this lyrical prostitution
I want my girlfriend and my son to respect me
'Cuz did what all my ex-girlfriends believed could never be ever
And if I gotta lose my mind to get them to accept it
I'll go to the crazy house if the planet can just respect it
And I'm that man for the record
Would you respect it, if I had Juicy J on this record
Dropped $EMINOLE, only got buzz 'cuz of THC
But THC told me take it down, tried to smother me
I only wanted to bring some art to the hood, nigga
Lyricism and something smart to some hood niggas
But I dont wanna be 40 tryna still get it
Tryna have it
Going back to all my trill niggas/

[Outro x 2]
Swayze
You're gonna be the death of me
I dont want you
But I need you
I love you and hate you at the very same time