Des Letemps - On The Rise [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]
I am beyond stars if the limit is the sky
What's the point of life if you living to survive
So I'm living like I'm only living for tonight
Don't worry about the lows when you're up this high
I am on the rise
Best time of my life
Throw your hands high, get em high
Don't worry about the lows, I already know
I am on the rise

[Verse 1]
I'm looking at exposed brick from a downtown apartment
Ask for directions you won't find this on your Garmin
Camera show me who is tryna get into the lobby
I kick my feet up like the goalie is behind me
Thinking of a car that was designed for a Nazi
Hard to play your cards when it's 3-card Monty
Queen was in the middle of a Ace and a King
And she got herself a Joker no romantic comedy
Meanwhile I'ma be, off the coast or on the beach
On a boat recording my stroke like Tommy Lee
Him say him good, verses are like homilies
You either find a winner or you settle for a nominee
I don't mind the underdog
While you all thinking of Beyonce
I'll be in the cut hitting on Solange
You ear the monologue
I'm waiting on applaud
Ha, let me get my Jimmy Fallon on

[Hook]
I am beyond stars if the limit is the sky
What's the point of life if you living to survive
So I'm living like I'm only living for tonight
Don't worry about the lows when you're up this high
I am on the rise
Best time of my life
Throw your hands high, get em high
Don't worry about the lows, I already know
I am on the rise

[Verse 2]
In my vision are women sinning eyes dilated when they on it
Young Jessica Alba, they on a blue dolphin
Tried to stay away from rock, everybody tossed em
I get stoned to biblical proportions
Burn earth, bubble water when that bong rip
Breath through it almost like I'm backwards snorkeling
Air is rare, California assortment
Pretty plant that you couldn't get from any florist
Petal to the floor tryna count how many horses
Horseshoe tire mark trail to a fortune
Life is but a beach chair I haven't unfolded
Skinny nigga tripping skinny dipping in ocean
You lost and I'm JJ Abrahams when I'm recording
Can't beg for anything, not even your pardon
I just started, season's all done
500 days of summer, I'm ready for autumn