HALO - Snow Goggles [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Produced by Khrysis]

[Verse 1]
Smith and Peppers snow goggles for boulevard models
Jetter with the ski rack, kickin’ full throttle
Space mountain spliff, pull keep a lift
Time and space rip so we movin’ kinda diff
Slick like the first Jheri curl, juice drippin’
Pop standin’ over grit pots in the kitchen, listen
Eat ‘em all so they stick to your ribs
My grandfather said, so I did (I did, I did…)
I heard the other kids laughin’ and playin’
Indian style, I sat stayin’, listenin’, refrainin’ from actin’ my age
Back in the day I just had a way
But there’s still things you had to say
To the peoples around the way (way, way…)
It keeps givin, the gift of gab
Apartments, homes, lofts, pads
Hoppin’ around town to hide the tears of a clown
Too busy to entertain over mine with the frown
See a wretched clutch I was grindin’ them down
First gear on a steep hill, shiftin’ them now
Word to Malloricia, my ninth grade fever
9-1-1 beepers and payphone receivers
I scribe flows at my leisure
Life’s a bitch, I’m in a beach, Ibiza
They make a mess of you if you don’t keep a schedule
Brunch and a lie be then hit the film festival
You probly think I’m thinkin’ less of you
Only what, when and where, but never who
They’ll make a mess of you if you don’t keep a schedule
Hard time makin’ better blues
Cash cream and the cheddar rules, nothin’ change
But the gas price, few bucket change

[Hook]
Said my team move round, my team move round
My team move round, said what trip [?] pulls down
Said my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-
Said my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-
Said my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-
Said my team move round, my team move round
Said my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-
Said my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-

[Verse 2]
Don’t be needy, don’t be greedy
Get it how you live and live to give it, believe me
I could talk about it freely, [?] beneath me
Keep goin’ stayin’ alive like the Beegees
What you see is what you get
They respect a brother on his grind with legends catchin’ that wreck
Beach house, beautiful babes connect
Bollywood bangin’ they bodies is soakin’ wet
I don’t beat around the bush, a little kush
Money on the side, barbecuing off the books
They’ll bum rush, barricade the jooks
Steal your whole style from the flow down to the looks
Tell ‘em you ain’t really bout it, you ain’t bout it
Whisperin’ the love but the hate, you scream and shout it
I say you ain’t really bout it, you ain’t bout it
Talkin’ bout the struggle you ain’t tryna climb up out it
Acceleratin’ to celebrations, good occasions
Presentations, slanky reservation
PYT insemination, freaky federation
Frolickin’ with fancy faces the features our beauty graces
Know my status and my crew the baddest
Spin the atlas off his axis my clip the baddest
Can’t stop, frisk they’ll pat us down
Uncomparable when I’m around, a radical of my sound
I get down, bound to go twist a pound
From the bottom underground with a mainstream sound
Bumpin’ LB ridin’ through the city
Passengers see you pretty, house of Diddy, ooh what a pity
Chivalry is dead, she shivers a bit
Monday chill, Sunday tip drill, tip her for bread

[Hook]