Jay Royce - Break From The City / 2 am [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Break From The City

[Verse 1: Jay Royce]
Woke up in the morning
Feeling hella faded
And everywhere we go
They like damn you made it
You would've thought a nigga fucked around and graduated
But shoutout to the life
We live it everyday
Got bitches everywhere
Who don't look at me to pay
But I do it anyway
Cause I got it
Yeah bitch I got it
Going out my way
Just to show you who is not it
Do it for my city
And my motherfucking team
Double R bitch
We're the fucking regime
Shoutout Ev Ray
My young boy Shane
JR doing goody
And I can't forget Day
Took a break from the city
Now we're out in LA
See you niggas in May
Then it's back to the city
Had to leave the cold
But I knew you're heating up
All these models in my phone
Will I ever get enough
I doubt it yeah bitch I doubt it
Cause when you get a taste
You don't know how to live without it
Women get badder
Asses get fatter
See the plot just thickens
Then you do it every night
To make up for what was missing
Then everyone you know
Starts saying that you're different
Either like it or you love it
Keep the haters at a distance
And even though I'm happy
I can never let it show
Cause the ending of the story
Is one we'll never know
But I do it yeah I do it
Better yet I does it
And even when it's wrong
I just make them all love it
Just hopped off the jet
Life is getting better
I just wonder what's next
Parties on the yacht
Yeah we showboat nigga
With this devil in chanel
And my fashion week killas
Paris to Milan
We're just chillen in the villa
And I know you fucking love it
Even when you say you don't
I'm 30 stories high
Here screaming in the phone
To who I don't know
But I gotta hit the town
Prince in my city
I'm just honoring the crown
It all comes easy
When you're this real
I'm just chillen with my niggas
Out in israel
Then we're off to the UK
Rolling with the bloats
And a supermodel chick
You will probably never know
Live this fast life shit
Til the shit grows old
Took a break from the city
Now your boy back home
Yeah

2 Am
[Verse 1: Jay Royce]
2 am in my city
You know we bout to hit the club though
Black Suburban like what up though
Margiela's with the Velcro
Got a bad bitch with me
And another one waiting
Blowing up my phone
Told her it's better when you're patient
Through the velvet rope
Is where you let go of the hope
And lose it in the liquor
And say fuck you to whoever
Except the ones who's riding with ya
Yeah
The ones who's riding with ya
With Basquiat's brush
Can you paint the perfect picture
40 stories high penthouse facing towards the city
Ameretto on my breath
Got me feeling like I'm Diddy
Faces in the crowd
Bitches showing me their titties
And you know they're trying to fuck
But when you give it to them once
They can never get enough
Damn....
Just the problems of a rap star
Or should I say a rap god
Cause I give these niggas life
Copying my sound
Just to live up to the hype
But there's only one king
And only one throne
Which means a nigga here to stay
So I promise you I'm home
Yeah...
I promise you I'm home
In a city full of kings I'm just standing here alone
Versace shades with medusa on em
That boy Royce you should get to know him
And fuck you if you used to know him