DomOfTheYear - The Night [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: DomOfTheYear]
Nights like these inspire tracks like this
Impromptu Parties with a few dope chicks
Some bottles of Bacardi with a little lemon twist
When they get it on their lips, they pucker up for a kiss
Cocktails fruity so the girls drink it down
They come around cuz we the illest niggas in the town
Only Beautiful women but they never give you space
Put they ass in ya face & they drop it like the bass, Doc...

[Verse 1: DomOfTheYear]
This remind me of my city. 
Such a raw feel yet these women still busy gettin' pretty
Pre game with that Perignon 300 a pop
Pop bottles like target practice and then we take shots
No Chase. No Face. Mastered our vices
These Vice City lights are blinding
We know the prices. We know the rules
These elegant nights for the classy & the cool
No hoes allowed unless they filling up the pool!
Pass on the vodka, where the whiskey at?
Body shots. Tell me where you want your hickey at
Collar rockin Turnbull & Asser with some imprints of her lipstick
Crazy style. The paisley ties, so vintage
We Thrilling cuz we deserve it
Make livings in the day & in the night we preserve it
Live on the ledge, especially if it makes you nervous
Looking death in the eye, you've never felt so alive. It's perfect

[Hook: DomOfTheYear]
Stepping out the crib with nothing else on your mind but the night
We gon' do it right Ohhhh
Leave your man at home. Tell him that you grown. And you gone. Ohhhh
Meet up with your girls. Tell 'em we bought the bar. GK on the scene. They know who we are
The night is young & baby we are too. We are too

[Refrain: DomOfTheYear]
The Night is young. We have the rest of our lives to die
But cross your fingers, put them up to the sky
Lets make a toast. Hear the music from the champagne flutes
Just the soundtrack to our lives. LIVE!

The Night is young
The Night is young
The Night is young. It never dies
The Night is young
The Night is young
The Night is young. Keep it alive

[Verse 2: DomOfTheYear]
Wavin her glass she askin me to pour it
Mix a drink & naming it after her, just making her feel important
Looking at all these different rappers, all she seeing is an assortment
Going through all of them. She just tryna find a ticket that's golden
And I'm just tryna get her to inspire me
I'm doing it for the Thrill. She doing it cuz she admire me
We let off a little steam to get the wrinkles out. The irony
Shot guns with iron lungs. Kiss up to get high with me
Rollin' & leanin' she doing gymnastics
Balance your life & your nights wouldn't be so drastic
Cup of codeine, I don't sip it I pass it
Pro methods seen to be fiend by the masses
Gk some killers, shootin up the charts with a hit list
We're stars under the God
But over everything infinite
These intimate interactions are sinful and rather passive
But we & the night are young
Til sun it's whatever happens

[Hook: DomOfTheYear]

[Screwed Refrain: DomOfTheYear]
Hit up the town when there's nowhere else to go to
Get high off life. Let the earth rise below you
Hit up the town. Let the earth rise

Travel the world picking up every accent
If I die tonight til' sun it's whatever happens
Til' sun it's whatever happens