Elemett - Cigarettes & Beer [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Elemett]
Oh Shit!!
Elemett!!
[Verse 1]
It's the Fat motherfucka in a polo
Who's still jacking off to porno
And that might be embarrassing
But embarrassment is what I outgrow
I be smoking on them American Spirits, Steady Sipping that Boxer Lite
Cause that combination puts me in that right mind
Herrmann, anything you make, well I make plans to destroy
Cause you know I bring that name of my state, yeah you know that Ill Noise
I'm too smart for these Killjoys
Beating them down with Alloys
Till they turn that Turquoise
That's that shit I enjoy
How can I whose whiter than Albino?
Spit flows sicker than Chuck Pagano
Well back up in that 8th Grade
Is when freestyling began
And I chose not to be fake
So all my friends leaf cause I put down my rake
In high school. Man I must admit, I was afraid of all that booze and weed
So I lost who I was man and who the fuck I wanted to be
And I was re-really awkward round these women that wanted to talk to me
I wasn't being abstinent just needed someone to rescue me
But now that I've changed, I'm getting higher than the motherfucking stars
And getting drunker than Amy Winehouse at an open bar
But now that I'm in college they seeing that potential grow
That's why every party I get, Can you spit? Please bro
Oh no, I said no, Cause you think it's a joke
And if you can't hear I'm serious than you must be fucking Van Gogh
Or Helen Keller, Can't wait to tell the teller
To give me a mill so I can buy pounds and cut trees like a feller
Just kidding, trust me, I really don't want to be famous
Cause if I had all this dough, you know I'd go and spend this
Carelessly, on anything, Even back when was fraid of strangers
I took all of that paper and blew it on Power Ranger
So in turn I be broke, and hungrier than Teri Schiavo
Told you that I'm psycho
Or Better yet I'm nucking futs
(laugh)
Or better yet I'm nucking futs
ANd I been that fucking way since I swam right out've my Daddy's nuts

[Hook:Elemett]
Cigarettes & Beer, Not a pretty picture
But bring em both together, Such a perfect mixture.(x4)

[Verse 2]
Herrmann, I don't mean to put you on blast bro
But why you letting me diarrhea right up on your picasso
This beats a fucking masterpiece, It was meant for better fucking things
Like a radio single for Lil B
(Herrmann: "Mann, Fuck that!!")
That pisses me off, How the fuck did he get famous?
When you know that I got better flows and I'm sitting here nameless
Well maybe it's the way you fucking sound? You don't think I know that!
But listen motherfuckers this our baby steps up into rap
Me and Herrmann went on Amazon, and got this 20 dollar mic
Stop Chief Keefing, could give a fuck what you don't like
So stop all your bitching, and listen to the lyrics
Cause if you actually hear it, I guarantee you feel it
Swag!

[Chorus (x4)]

[Outro]
Yeah!
Herrmann, just let it breathe
Yeah!