Lonie Rock - High School [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]
High school, yerp!
High school, yerp!
High school, yerp!
High school, yerp!

[Verse 1]
Chillin' in school writing tags on the desk
My teacher wants another year; I told her "get the fuck outta here"
My life is wack
Just the other day, they caught me with weed in my nap sack
Now I need to go to court, on the 24th
It's all good, I enjoyed the suspension
A nigga's getting fame, with all this attention
Oh, did I mention rehab called, I'mma start on a tuesday
Hopefully I get out soon
I'ma miss watching cartoons, blazed on a school day afternoon
Or do I?
I'm smokin' everyday
Weed is to me, what a cow is to hay
Can you feel me? Can you smell me?
You probably can
That's me and my boys, we're baking out a van
Take it from my man Stan
Life is better with a dutch in the hand "Fuck a philly"

[Hook]

[Break]

[Verse 2]
A year later, I cleaned up my act
I dropped my nap sack for a messenger bag
Now my life is straight
I even dropped a ton of weight
Love or hate me your words will never break me
You'll only fuel the fire inside my chest
I use to lie, cheat and steal
Double portions when it came to meals
I regret that
Now I work out, 7 times a week to burn that ass fat
"Lonie Rock is fucking back!"
For a while I was on the wrong track
Till I derailed
I got held up outta pure stupidity
I'm not sure if I was robbed for weed or my dignity
So I made the choice to get right
No more markin' up them streets at midnight
I got too much to lose now
I'm too proud to get knocked down
My mother raised a diamond in the rough

[Verse 3]
Why waste my time getting scuffed up?
Pushin' my luck, fucked up on, who knows what
I rather, chase female butt
You other niggas stuck in a rutt
I only move one way, and that's up
I'll never look down
Cause my heads stuck in the clouds
I got big dreams that swallow my reality
Thoughts complex like chess I'm always one step ahead
I'll sleep when I'm dead or in the hospital bed
Real talk, weird walk
Big dog, big bark
But don't tempt me
All the niggas I use to chill with caught felonies
Like Shaggy would say, "It wasn't me"
I'm free and proud to be
Making music at the BGC, the place to be
If you were me, you'd be a success
Without the stressful mess I consider my life
Get right!

[Hook]