PBGR - Loss For Words [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse I - Swarve Sutton]
Look, more smoke, more girls to fuck
More money, more problems
More bros to trust
Shit changed, nobody act real no more
Life’s cold, nobody feel shit no more
Yo, look they like gimme some more
They wanna hear me RAW
Skrills, bill it some more
We all tryna get money, probably said it before
But you niggas acting like you ain’t heard it before
If I shine then the team grind
These niggas don’t waste time
When we shine, them bitches won’t time
I’m out here, grind like "whose gonna take mine?”
Whose gonna take mine? Niggas couldn’t take mine
Even if I’m out here and I’m lonely
And my cup full niggas still rolling
Bitch said the pussy’s all mine
I can get it any damn time so…

[Hook I - Swarve Sutton]
On a good night looking right might fuck her
Trust nobody, everybody wanna drop you
Smiling to my face but I heard he ain’t loyal
Snakes in the grass, tryna explain to my bro
We all lions in this jungle and these snakes never last
Getting to the money, could be slow, could be fast
Look, it’s just the circle I’m in
Niggas hating, thinking how we gonna circle ‘em in?

[Verse II - Crunch]
Privileged to be living, I’m driven by what I’m missing
Not much if you consider there wasn’t a pot to piss in
My opposition is me, competition isn’t friendly
It’s more like we enemies
Just tryna be all I can ever be
Talking behind my back but talk is all that it is
I ain’t even going to address it for guys to plead the fifth
May the best man win
It ain’t over till the fat bird sings
I turn tables like a DJ, make a fat boy slim
This a toast in advance
Couple guys been breadin for butter like "I don’t know who they are?”
My brothers’ been here from the get-go, they been here from the start
These two faced niggas must be joking, they must be having a laugh
Humble pie, having mine hot
Make sure my portion is heavy
So we hit the spot, so picture me rolling
Gotta connect the dots

[Hook II - Crunch]
This a toast in advance
Sipping with me, then let me see hold up your glass {Hold ‘em}
I was flat on my face {Face}
That was me in the past {Past}
Left some people in the past, they behind me for good {Fuck ‘em}
I don’t care but I should {Nah}
I ain’t doing too bad plus what I’m smoking is good {Yup}
She said she done with me, but she love this wood
But she love this wood
She said she done with me, but she love this wood

[Verse III - Mike Bagz]
Check, I’m here but I’m not that guy
Got a cool head on me but I make shit fry
I don’t tell no lies, I’m the old school type
I watched these young guys get caught up in some old school hype
You new school boys pick your feelings over loyally
But all my G’s are Kings so we just illustrating royalty
Bitches always onto me but I don’t put my mind there
She just give me brain, it’s like she fucking with my mind, yeah
But she just give me ideas
Got me thinking I can fuck her friend and then tuck her in
She probably right, yeah
And I won’t lose no sleep over you niggas
Where was you when I was Chef up in that kitchen?
I was Chef-tasting your woman cooking, breakfast in bed
Head for dessert, WED
She putting work when I lift up her skirt
We doing role play with both hands up
And when we cold, you niggas freeze
Put your both hands up