Weston Gates - Campus Nightmare [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Weston Gates]

My dream’s to join a motorcycle gang and crash two
Bikes into the back of every Ivy League classroom
And pass through, with a million dollars worth a fast food
And cover every student in some pornographic tattoos

Take my Sharpie draw a dick on every last shoe
And tell the parents Weston Gates did it bitch, that’s who
I’m from the home of trophy wives ballin' out in Escalades
Who make their sons and daughters pick their college out in second grade

And I’m the guy who cheated right through all of my placement tests
And took the spot from all your overqualified Asian friends
Who from the age of ten did calculus for days on end
While I was sleepin' in 'til one o’clock so I could blaze in bed

I was always sittin' in the back of class and fidgetin'
I had it all from Adderall to fiddlin' with Ritalin
But now I’m finally fittin' in, you can find me visitin'
Professors' offices because their desks are good for shittin' in

[Bridge 1]

Your rich; but I could take your money
I could take your bitch, have her start callin' me "Honey"
Don’t get pissed, don’t look at me funny
'Cuz there ain’t shit that your crew is takin' from me

[Hook]

I don’t give a F; and I don’t give a D-plus
Tell my teacher see me after class with her C cups
Tell my whole class they can kiss my ass
The last shall be first and the first shall be last, motherfucker

[Verse 2]

Seein' is believin' and peein' is relievin'
So believe that you could see me peein' off the roof this evening
'Cuz I need a reason to release my demons and my semen
So I’m dreamin of a couple double-teamin' teens to cream in

Lookin' for a whore to fuck but girls here all sorta suck
I’m short on luck and down to forty bucks and feelin bored as fuck
So when you're walkin' past watch your back, I’ll launch a flask
Of Armagnac and send your Polo sweater to the laundromat

I hate books and fake looks on Facebook I’m sick of this
I’m mischievous, tryna hit your sister with the syphilis
I’m majoring in finance with a minor in pretentious daughters
So lemme mention my intentions now, attention Fathers:

I just wanna meet your baby girl and get to know her
To the point where I can show her I’m a grower not a shower
Shower, leave her sore and with a sour taste and scoop her cash
Slip myself a roofie, wake up in a sewer and then sue her ass

[Bridge 2]

You’re fresh; but I could take your boat shoes
I could take your dress shirt and I could take your coat too
Don’t get fresh; speak when you’re spoke to
Cuz when I get stressed, there ain’t nothing that I won’t do

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Now when you see me scheming with some needles up and down your hallway
Right outside your RA, just turn around and walk away
I’m dreamin' of a world full of Ivy League legacies
Pokin' all your condoms full of tiny holes you’ll never see

I concern conservatives, I could turn suburban kids
To some perverted self-preserving pricks who don’t deserve to live
Put the “Edge” in education, put some led in medication
Take it naked, make it to the nurse and get vacation

And it turns out that in the 'burbs now I’m red hot
'Cuz I’m the only rapper out without a child outta wedlock
So fret not, parents scared of roca-wear and dreadlocks
Your kid’s not gonna get shot, you just got three concerns:

Your daughter, me, and sodomy, or Wall Street givin' jobs to me
‘Cuz honestly I’d probably demolish the economy
I’m terrified, aware that Im'a need a job and have to work
'Til then I’m marchin' with a gay parade around my Catholic Church

[Bridge 1 & Hook]