The Paxtons - Grow Up [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Chris]
I don't know if ever I'll stop playing and grow up
I know a nigga bad. Just imagine if I blow up
Quite the familiar tune. Not some shit that I just wrote up
All around the world same song hope they show up
Sold out shows, suites, paper, hoes, roll up
Blowin out smoke, backs, tires, doin donuts
Live fast. Die young at heart never slow up
Stories for the kids and they kids when they grow up
Tellin em about the wild shit we did back in 01
Story of my life not some shit that I just wrote up
Funny even now as I jot down and po' up
Hoping the shit I wrote’ll be the story of my come up
I wonder if I live it how I seen it 'fore I woke up
Eyes wide shut. Still dreamin. Yup. So what
Denying the inevitable disappointment but, hold up
Failure's not an option. I promised my people so much
Banking on the future since I'm struck in the present
Still attached to the past holding on to my investments
Potential was the only thing I had to bet with
Tomorrow’s on the table just to call against the big chips
Shootin for the stars. What's the odds that I hit a lick
Told mama college was the fallback so fall back
Flew away from home and promised I'd never crawl back
But the question is, when get done with all that...
Would you do it all over? Or play the crib like a fuckin victrola?
Damn. Now ain't that some shit for ya?
To wake that ass up and I ain't talkin bout Folgers
The type of shit to catch up with you nights you ain't sober
Would you trade moments with fam who are no longer
Here for a chance to chase a little longer
A dream it seems you deferred yo student loans for?
You know the facade but you don't understand homeboy...
This mog could pull a Kanye and go nuts
But he don't have that luxury cuz don't nobody know us
Damn. Don't nobody know us

[Dave]
Stared at his picture, took a last drink of liquor
And I’m the spitting image on his last day living
Funny thing is bout the last eight minutes
I was praying God take him cuz that lab ain't living
Knew it’d be the last on my last day to visit
Daddy heart barely beating, last thing was his liver
Spirit in the air, I ain't shed a single tear
Til I made it to the wake and seen his last name printed
Mine right in front of it. Mind on some other shit
Last of his litter so my mind set on running shit
Boy meets world, no girl on my arm
And corey father made it so I’m feeling like sean
Swore I had property in Philly like Shawn
Cuz i’m in and out they city like I’m in and out they jawns
Been feeling all skittish like an intermission song
Put me on intermission, need an intervention called
I ain't really dealt with it since my nigga been gone
So I’m tryna fill that hole filling holes on these broads
Do I even feel these hoes? Hell naw!
So its Philly for the night, new york city in the morning
She told me I was running from my problems
But I don’t think confronting em gone solve it
And I don’t even trust her since we parted
So I can’t even muthafuckin call it
X’s and O’s turn to exes and hoes so pardon
If you feel some way about me feeling on guard..
You slid to that nigga just to spite me
And we both know you’ll never find another nigga like me
And you don’t know if ever I’ll stop playing and grow up
She know a nigga bad, just imagine when I blow up
Just imagine when I blow up
But what’s a fucking grammy when my daddy can’t show up?
Cousin in a grave and his daddy is a smoker
Aunt died starving on the bathroom floor
And my mama pressure high cuz the family is tore up
I’m tryna be a man, just imagine when I blow up