Frzy - Confessions Of A Lyricist [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Frzy]


Welcome to my life
This is quite the hobby

So I'm a kill this shit
Y'all hide the body

Cause what you did I did
But mine is like a zombie

While these pyramid schemes screaming Illuminati

A bunch of thirsty motherfuckers chillin' in the lobby

So I hit em wit the tommy
Wet like tsunamis

Ya broke sorry
Ya paper folding like origami

Ya financial state is red
Did u vote for Romney

You ain't better then the boy the whole city knows

I make noise
Y'all niggas quiet as tippy toes

I throw blows
And leave a nigga a bloody nose

I run my city
Y'all bitches be runnin pantyhose

I can tell you a tale a story from the living though

They been afraid

I leave they beef in the marinade

I'm gettin paid

I cut ahead

I'm givin fades

Now I'm first in line

Fuck what ya record says


[Verse 2: Frzy]

I must confess I'm the sickest at spittin my nigga let me dish

I'm not stable
My foundation is make a wish

Should I ball like y'all
Just to hear the swish

I'm debating this so I probably will never catch a fish

I hardly do it
But rip niggas
That hardly do it

That's been a drill for you bitch niggas allergic to it

See I knew
They never do it
When they pursue it


Karrine Stefan's got jealous by the way they blew it

See I been threw it
All that pain tho

Cause in my city they would treat me like Django

But now that I'm Free
They can't fuck wit me

I decapitated DiCaprio's
All on my zapatos

Lord knows
I've experienced more lows
Cause I'm A emcee
And I ain't never owned Loews

Plus I got hoes
That's are allergic to clothes

So in a dark room I'm exposed

Picture that


[Verse 3: Frzy]


Here's the truth and only the truth
Hit the booth

You too couped the top is the proof hit the roof

Here's the boot I'm sorry u ain't got the loot

To tell the truth
I'll probably say your a hoot

I got ace of spades
While I'm in this suit

So play ya cards right

Or it's gone be a long night

I yoke niggas
And leave family's with egg whites

Or make em need x-rays
I give em insight

Look fucker
I ain't no sucker

If the shit's rigged
Then I must be a trucker

Pucker

Up and try to kiss my ass

The only thing I miss come with a crown and a sash

And just in case they boyfriends ever wanna thrash

I been working out my arms
Working on my abs

I been doing pull ups
That don't leave a diaper rash

So when they take a dive look for the splash
Dag