Le baron - Fibonacci [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

My mind is a bubble
Fucked up in this struggle
On this hustle
Huddle on the goal line
Find your own
Gold bottle, bottle rocket
Swiss model. pocket, watch it

Gun in the vest pocket, houston rockets
Olajuwon
At the barbizon vernissage
Black cab in the rain
In the dark bar, a pub in kensington
Your face I meant, was lovely in the dark
Spark a blunt in the park, strolling like a dandy
While the guns go off in brighton
Frightened of the lightning

I warned ya about california
At the vanity fair party at the sunset tower after hours
Bitches glower like a dead flower
Tux power, run foul on
Rogaine and gold manes
Blow back from your bad name
Stomach pain from the lo mein
Saddam hussein on cocaine in the rain by the ballroom
I called your name in the empty room

Gepeto on the instrumental
Librettos and stilettos
Bitch you gone mental, look me up on google maps
In the trap like a tourist on sunset
Fucked up on xanex
I will put you down
But Not yet
This frog is not a prince
And this gun is not a mink
Whatever you might think