On January 29, 2021, Michael Da Vinci released his debut project Roses, a collaboration with producer/rapper Lege Kale. The album featured 8 tracks with guest appearances from Kiya Lacey and Elijah Dax.
Fake Trill
Michael Da Vinci Lyrics
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I need head and some sex
Sometimes vulgar, I'm quite Homer
Dream 'bout booze and some tit's
Speak 'bout bitches less than often cause
They lie for the dick
Thus an evil of a creature
Who plays games on a git
Behind darkest of tint
Smoke a woodtip for my problems
And give Brandy a sip
Get confided in the voice
Spill my feelings and shit
Breaking codes and regulations
Not a pimp nor a simp
Give me things that make me happy
Cause the bottom I hit
Fuck a bowl, give me love, fuck your words
Give
Me drugs Promethazine, a nice to meet you
You made bitch niggas all seem to
Misuse the words of trill
Hold the gun so they real
'til their face in the reel
Watch a real nigga squeal
When the piglets peal
The tabs off of your grill
Yeah you chirping
Pleading deals with your faggot ass
Been sipping on this, stop telling me
Start to get sober
Bill Bellamy, tickle my bellilly
I would do anything just to get over
So I drank sometimes, then I
Paint these rhymes, pardon me, i'm antsy
Why? My heart quite nervous
'95 I'm swerving, then I hit them curbs
No then boys ain't working
Fuck a black Suburban, commissary purchase
My daddy calls, I barely answer
Fuck parental curses i spit too many verses
I know you fucking heard 'em
So why you leave them voicemails that
You know gone hurt me
Tired of rapping that real shit
If nobody gone feel this
I could be gripping that steel shit
You too busy to deal with it's like
They told me all the time "You
Got the gift of the gab"
Finally niggas is listening, yeah
Then I just start with this missing my dad
Damn, so like when you gone
Quit? You trill now, huh?
You cool, huh? You real? You
Real, that's what's popular, huh?
That's cool, you UGK for life, huh? Boy Stop
The lyrics to Michael Da Vinci's song "Fake Trill" explore themes of sexuality, vulnerability, and the struggle for authenticity in a world that values surface-level appearances. The opening lines, "The no stoner, has a boner / I need head and some sex," paint a picture of someone who is unapologetically honest about their desires and embraces their own vulgarity. The reference to Homer suggests a connection to The Simpsons character, known for his flaws and relatability, further emphasizing the artist's desire to be real and authentic. However, he acknowledges that speaking about women can be problematic, as they may lie for the sake of pursuing sexual relationships. This leads to a reflection on the artist's own behavior, symbolized by the phrase "plays games on a git," suggesting manipulation or deception.
The song goes on to depict the artist's loneliness and reliance on substances like alcohol and drugs to cope with his problems. He expresses a desire for things that make him happy, acknowledging that he has hit rock bottom and needs a way out. The line "Fuck a bowl, give me love, fuck your words, Give / Me drugs Promethazine, a nice to meet you" captures his craving for genuine connection and an escape from reality through substances. The lyrics also touch on the artist's frustration with the fake nature of the music industry, where people misuse the words of "trill" (an expression of true authenticity) and pretend to be real until they are exposed.
In the second verse, the lyrics delve into the artist's personal struggles, such as his relationship with his father, feelings of anxiety, and the pressure to prove himself as a talented rapper. The lines "Tired of rapping that real shit / If nobody gonna feel this" reveal his frustration with being overlooked and his temptation to resort to more violent and aggressive themes. However, he questions why he receives hurtful voicemails from those who claim to support him. The song concludes with a dismissal of those who try to define him through surface-level labels like "trill" and a sarcastic criticism of those who claim to be real without truly understanding the depths of authenticity.
Overall, "Fake Trill" is a introspective and provocative song that tackles issues of honesty, vulnerability, and the challenge of maintaining one's authenticity in a world that values appearances.
Line by Line Meaning
The no stoner, has a boner
I don't smoke weed, but I still have desire
I need head and some sex
I crave physical intimacy
Sometimes vulgar, I'm quite Homer
I can be crude at times, like Homer Simpson
Dream 'bout booze and some tit's
I fantasize about alcohol and women
Speak 'bout bitches less than often cause They lie for the dick
I don't talk about women much because they can be dishonest for sex
Thus an evil of a creature Who plays games on a git
I admit to being a manipulative person who plays with others' emotions
I sit lonely in my Honda Behind darkest of tint
I spend my time alone in my car with heavily tinted windows
Smoke a woodtip for my problems And give Brandy a sip
I use smoking and drinking to cope with my issues
Get confided in the voice Spill my feelings and shit
I find solace in talking to myself and expressing my emotions
Breaking codes and regulations Not a pimp nor a simp
I go against societal rules, but I'm not trying to be a player or a pushover
Give me things that make me happy Cause the bottom I hit
I seek things that bring me joy because I've reached a low point
Fuck a bowl, give me love, fuck your words Give Me drugs Promethazine, a nice to meet you
I don't care about material possessions, I want love and drugs
You made bitch niggas all seem to Misuse the words of trill Hold the gun so they real
You've made weak people misuse the concept of authenticity, pretending to be tough
Watch a real nigga squeal When the piglets peal The tabs off of your grill
I enjoy seeing someone who claims to be tough become vulnerable in the face of danger
Yeah you chirping Pleading deals with your faggot ass
You're talking nonsense, begging for favors like a desperate person
Been sipping on this, stop telling me Start to get sober
I've been drinking to forget, but now people are urging me to face reality
Bill Bellamy, tickle my bellilly I would do anything just to get over
I reference Bill Bellamy, a comedian, to express my desire to do anything to move on from my pain
So I drank sometimes, then I Paint these rhymes, pardon me, i'm antsy
I turn to alcohol at times and then write these lyrics, excuse my restlessness
Why? My heart quite nervous '95 I'm swerving, then I hit them curbs
I'm anxious because of emotional turmoil from the past, and in '95, I made reckless choices
No then boys ain't working Fuck a black Suburban, commissary purchase
Those guys aren't doing anything productive, I don't care about owning an expensive car, just buying what I need in prison
My daddy calls, I barely answer Fuck parental curses i spit too many verses
My father tries to contact me, but I avoid him and disregard his criticisms because I focus on my music
I know you fucking heard 'em So why you leave them voicemails that You know gone hurt me
I know you've heard my songs, so why do you leave voicemails that are meant to hurt me?
Tired of rapping that real shit If nobody gone feel this
I'm tired of rapping about real experiences if no one is going to understand or relate
I could be gripping that steel shit You too busy to deal with it's like
I could resort to violence, but you're too preoccupied to address the issues I face
They told me all the time 'You Got the gift of the gab' Finally niggas is listening, yeah Then I just start with this missing my dad
People always said I was a good talker, and now they're finally paying attention, but it just reminds me of how I miss my dad
Damn, so like when you gone Quit? You trill now, huh? You cool, huh? You real? You Real, that's what's popular, huh? That's cool, you UGK for life, huh? Boy Stop
Oh, so now you think you're real and cool? Because being authentic is popular? That's fine, but don't compare yourself to UGK, you need to stop
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