Paris Texas delivers a compelling narrative focused on themes of ambition, unity, and transformation. The lyrics reflect a journey from adversity to success, highlighting a past marked by seclusion and modest circumstances ("I used to stay in the house") that contrast sharply with newfound prosperity and confidence. The mention of wealth and indulgence, such as desires for a "different account" and a lifestyle "in Switzerland next to the Alps," underscores a dramatic shift in status. Interpersonal relationships are central, emphasizing close bonds with brothers and the superficiality of romantic encounters. The recurring motif of distance—from physical measurements to emotional detachment—illustrates the artists' complex approach to trust, success, and identity. The song also vividly juxtaposes a vivid inner life against external achievements, encapsulating the tension between personal depth and public image.
CASINO
Lyrics
Yeah, I want certain amount
Ay, once I get that, then I'm out
I used to be in a drought
Now bitches is wetty as shit
Now bitches is petty as shit
Yeah, yeah (ay)
Uh (woo)
I never been on the block (no)
I used to stay in the house (yes)
I used to cum in a sock (ew)
(I know which one it is) Yeah
And all of my brothers is close
These bitches can't tell us apart (yeah)
And I want a different account
(A different account, a different amount, I do)
In Switzerland next to the Alps
(Right next to the Alps, right next to the trees, I do)
My dick is a few miles long
For anyone runnin' they mouth
At times I can seem like an asshole
I'm from the central of the south
Grew up in a one story house
But got too many stories to count
Someone said this would cost me my heart
It's no wonder my chest feelin' light
Man I should be the new Tony Stark
Trust far as I can throw 'em
(Fuck that, fuck that)
I threw out my arm, PSA for the team
No sleeping on the dream 'til we see our face on silver screens
Running to the safe like baseball teams
Out of this world, call I-C-E (ICE, ICE)
I wanna put you out your misery
Shawty gimme brain, telepathy
Shoot my shot, oh my God, all net deep threes
Paris Texas next best thing
Might get that tatted on my teeth
Uh (woo)
I never been on the block (no)
I used to stay in the house (yes)
I used to cum in a sock (ew), yeah
And all of my brothers is close
These bitches can't tell us apart
Writer(s): Adrian Waller, Wale Onayemi
Copyright(s): Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, O/B/O DistroKid
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