Cyto. - Potholes [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Yo, can I come pick up a nick real quick?
Apparent the world won’t, I’m sick of her shit
Litter the bic, ya, grabbing swishers for spliffs
Rhyming too simple when I’m sober
Move over, these dudes need to learn to move over
And let a bitch break in like this shitty sofa
Lungs loaded off of pot smoke
Choking cause he doesn’t like the last few lines that he wrote
Yo, yo, the pack packing bowls
Packed in the spot, the lot in the pothole
So a kid know better than to blow O’s and showboat
But when the Sean on, the flows take control
Woah, the flows took control
Hopping on the goodies so I’m modern-day Pablo
You know, though, this road is a war zone
Spend time vibing with allies in foxholes

[Hook]
Yes, yes, yes, yes (for the hell of it)
Smoking (for the hell of it)
Packing (for the hell of it)
Rolling (for the hell of it)
Passing (for the hell of it)
Hanging (for the hell of it)
Staying (for the hell of it)
Spending time alive only for the fuckin' hell of it


[Verse 2]
(Toddy L'kaim)


[Hook]