Over
Descrição
A faixa "Over" de Playboi Carti mergulha em uma narrativa complexa de desilusão amorosa e uma vida de rebeldia desenfreada. A canção explora o contraste entre o início promissor de um relacionamento e a fria realidade de um amor que "não parece o mesmo", levando o artista a refletir sobre a artificialidade ao seu redor e a dificuldade de confiar. Simultaneamente, a música exalta um estilo de vida caótico, repleto de uso de drogas para "equilíbrio", atos de anarquia, assaltos e confrontos violentos. Há um sentimento de lealdade apenas aos seus "boys" e a um "código" pessoal, evidenciando uma desconexão com o mainstream e um mergulho profundo em uma existência marginal. A faixa transita entre o pesar das relações falhas e a adrenalina da vida no limite, criando um retrato de excitação e desespero.
Letra
What? Yeah
Like, I'm too lit, like, oh my God
Damn, how the fuck we got to where we started?
This love don't feel how it felt when we started (what?)
This love don't feel how it felt when we started (what?)
Got me thinkin' so deep, I'm in my conscious
Got me doin' these drugs they help me balance (shawty, I'm geeked, yeah)
I ain't tryna blame you but this shit a challenge (oh, what? What?)
I live my life like a kid with allowance
My life so fast, I need me a down bitch (fast, hold on)
Anarchy tatted under my armpit
Don't make me start a fuckin' riot
Sometimes this shit get so excitin' (what? What?)
We ridin' 'round, we startin' riots
We rob the bank 'cause we want profit (damn)
We took our shit and kept it silent (what? What? What?)
We took that route 'cause we about it (yeah)
Say you catchin' them bodies
I highly doubt it (catchin' no bodies, yeah)
My boys shot at them niggas and he rollin' off molly (catchin' them bodies, yeah)
We fucked up the kickbacks
Fucked up they parties (fucked up they parties, yeah)
I jump off the rope I feel like Jeff Hardy (feel like Jeff Hardy)
Got tats on my sleeve like Ed Hardy (yeah, Ed Hardy)
I was smokin' that weed just like a Marley (just like a Marley, yeah)
One shot and he bleed, please don't bother me (baow, baow, boom)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay, yeah, woo, yeah, yeah, yeah
How the fuck we got to where we started? Huh?
This love don't feel the same like when we started (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Should've known this shit was not real when it started (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, everybody fake, this shit retarded (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
My back to the wall (what? What?)
My back to the wall (what? What?)
Can't fuck with these dirty lil' hoes
These bitches be hurtin' me up (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Can't put my trust in no hoe
Hell nah lil' bro (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I pass that bitch to my boy
Like "Here, lil' bro" (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I took the Phantom outside
It ride like a boat (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I took off with them M's and I stuck to the code (what? What?)
Damn, ooh, yeah
I'm too lit, oh, yeah
Gírias
Na letra, "too lit" e "geeked" indicam estar sob o efeito de drogas ou muito empolgado; "down bitch" refere-se a uma parceira leal e de confiança; "catchin' them bodies" é uma gíria para cometer assassinatos ou estar envolvido em violência fatal; "kickbacks" são festas ou encontros informais; e "stuck to the code" significa manter-se fiel a um conjunto de regras ou princípios não-escritos, comum em contextos de rua.