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

I get up
With a switchblade under my tongue
Another swisher in my fist, scathed half of my lung
You official? i ain't even had none of you rung
I'm camu in camo comma kamikaze commentators on tate can hop off my motherfucking jock get a job

Upper echelon
I mean, what else you want?
Know niggas be dreading me like workin at the salon
Bitches sweating me like wantin to meet sarob
Blogs be hittin up like wantin a single out
I'm at my papa's house, thinking I'm running out like
You think you smokin? earn your toke n
Ain't no prize when you're the token
I hope your license worth the hoping
Back in high school couldn't work the stroking
Six four foot no forfeit distorted
Stroll the sordid swung the sword and
Swore that i'd sort it
At some point

Got drum kits + kit-kats i flip birds, i flip stacks
Know y'all heard my syntax, i toe-tag, no tic-tac but I mint to show y'all young rob a genius
Flow got em chili nigga jalapeños
Make em turn they heads like you hollered penis
Easy on some olu, you wish y'all could be this
I came through like what the fuck
Giant in the sack, baby, justin tuck you in
Niggas thinking if they said my music sucked, you win
Niggas thanking like i'm bout to bring you fuckers in

I'm 6'4" but i shrink sometimes