Текст песни Bonfire (G-Eazy) с переводом

Ok you bring the weed, you bring the food

You call the girls up, you bring the booze

We’ll meet up at my spot and ride out and cruise

To the hide out and think 'bout what we’ll get high 'bout

I got my girl I blow her back out until the lights out

Ima marry that, gimmie that (inhales smoke)

I like my weed like my music, loud

Ladies always screamin when they choosin, ow

So if we gonna do this than lets do this right now

Cause the way the world moving we could all be going down

Just know that we’re behind the steering wheel let’s move it right

Peace and love smoke to that, who’s got a light?

Puff it now pass it down laps around the room

They want me to rap about shooting like dying is cool

No colors, one race, that we’re losing

We’ll win tomorrow, move that table and bring those brews in

Tell your followers you bring 5 girls get 2 dudes in

Gotta keep the ratio, don’t play this on the radio

These models check in for me now

It’s sweats and flip flops, oh this one for the pretty girls

That fuck with hip hop or real rap music or whatever you wanna call it

You never get the bigger picture from inside the wallet

So stop chasing the bread, start chasing your dreams

Internet is the feds, molly got us like fiends

Only drugs that hurt us seem to be the only ones doctors prescribe

And everything that kills us makes us all feel alive

So you bring the weed, you bring the food

You call the girls up, you bring the booze

We’ll meet up at my spot and ride out and cruise

Cause you bring the weed, you bring the food

You call the girls up, you bring the booze

We’ll meet up at my spot and ride out and cruise

To the bonfire

I’m at the bonfire combing out my naps with a black pic

With a black fist vibing to some boom-bap shit

Pocket full of cash and carmax for these chapped lips

Telling stories about a black kid who loved to backflip

And rap with us cause we making booths out the mattress

Granny mad cause we recorded over all her classics

Stop the story reach into my jacket to grab some pre-rolls

Cause there’s some cool people around me that I can match with

See some white skins, dark skins, mexicans

All unified by the vibes I came to represent

Fuck where you reside or your residence

You hesitant, rappers couldn’t walk a mile in these shoes I’m steppin' in

Taking all challengers

Coming harder than Murphy Lee’s «Welcome to Atlanta» verse

Ashes all on my flannel shirt

There’s only one creator

And love is the religion

To your heart you must listen

Life is too short for divisions

So you bring the weed, you bring the food

You call your girls, you bring the booze

We’ll meet up at my spot and ride out and cruise

One more time

I say you bring the weed, you bring the food

You call your girls, you bring the booze

We’ll meet up at my spot and ride out and cruise

To the bonfire

Thump thump, okay, let him rap

Time to come together and connect the gap

Known as the bitch-snatching-bandit that always dressed in black

I think The Pack hit me like a brick I just woke up from an epic nap

Missed text about a party yea I’ll probably go

Hit the lobby flow before I go, cup of coffee though

On good days the honda feel like a bugatti though

But the volumes low, hold on let me push this audio

Splendid, so now I’m headed to this shin-dig

Figure I’ma listen to this new shit that my friends did

Still the same homies ever since we all ascended

Siri interrupts the silence to say the trip has ended

Park and hop out as I wonder what could transpire

In the event of someone talking shit I’ll pull my pants higher

But it’s good vibes only homies 'round the campfire

Then my tribe marauders at midnight just like some vampires

You bring the weed, you bring the food

You call the girls up don’t bring no dudes

We’ll meet up at my spot and ride out and cruise

To the bonfire

Get your vibe on, go on and on

Get your rhyme on, go on and on

Get your vibe on, go on and on

Get your rhyme on, go on and on

Get your vibe on, go on and on

Get your rhyme on, go on and on

Get your vibe on, go on and on

Get your rhyme on, go on and on

Get your vibe on, go on and on

Get your rhyme on, go on and on

My pack louder than a cop siren

Thats why these police ass niggas wanna silence my squad

We came to save the game from drowning like a licenced life guard

Defying all odds took trips off of water and had hawaiian broads bop

Suckers pray that I stop and get off the ladder

Cause they know I got the tropicana

The juice no less than a jug full

I step in one leg at a time like a fucking jump suit

You sit back and watch the show from home like Hulu

I stay on my toes like a ballet, no tutu

Haters tryna dim Gang Starr rip Guru

But I’ve been doing this shit since FUBU

Girls sit in traffic during rush hour just to bring me mushu

I’m like a chemist in the stu just to make sure the feel ain’t dead

Big homie said you can’t loaf around all day and still make bread

Shit is changing

I had to reprogram my mind and make new living arrangements

Getting rid of self imposed immitations

Still practicing patience working on my cadence

Flow high Oktane like a service station

That boy nice feigning for that feeling of significance

But you can’t enjoy the benefit if you can’t accept the Price

I continue to push this audio

Is he better with the producing or lyrics?

They bumping heads with they questions like Super Mario

I’m repping throwing big dubs as I coast through Cali

Repping like Chilly Chill squabbling at the bowling alley

Repping like Kent M$ney passing me Gucci

After I seen her at the Vibe in Riverside

I’m reppin the ill and I kept it alive

I’m reppin the ill and I keep it alive

I’m reppin the ill and I kept it alive