Sarob. - Holiday. [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Turtlenecks in the summer, can't let that show
Tunnel vision in the winter can't let that go
Funnel cakes, good sakes yeah i'm down to roll
If you got the gas money for my visa toll
Step up in the spot like s+a
Tryna get that neck from what's her name
Gimme all the "spects" like i'm pine-sol
Trust me the dusty get wiped like a mustard stain
Back home, got cut from the payroll
White people looking at me like i'm on parole
Same people looking at me like i'm gon play roles
No i don't owe y'all leave me to my brillo
Prayin to the east side but i'm so uptown
Blame it on the b-sides, got me so up-down...
Pics with the peace sign, i ain't put my cup down
Chicks with the duck boots, tell that ass duck down

You can tell that ass duck down...

So foie gras
So mata
Tryna hit my tie...

So when u see me, holla doe like it's a holiday
I ain't even tryna blow, but we on our way

Tell me who got the props?
Young black male, tell me who got the pops...
Sprung sad tales that i drew off the locks
I can take it straight but gon leave it on the rocks
~trust me~
Lennon on my linen lord willin it's a masterpiece
Lightweight still leanin tryna match the piece
Lightweight i ain't trickin off that mass appeal
Cause you talkin bout a chain + it's ya master's piece
Tell em get that out my face like the acne
Homeboy, i'm just tryna act me — i'ma get the acme
Hacks get hackneyed on a backslash
Back nine bitter backlash?
Better @ me
Better @ me

So tacky