Vans On de T. Mills

La canción "Vans On" del artista T. Mills pertenece al álbum "Leaving Home" y se encuadra en los géneros de hip hop, synthpop y pop. Fue lanzada en un año que no se proporciona en la información.

La letra de la canción nos sumerge en un ambiente desinhibido y sin compromisos, donde el protagonista expresa su actitud independiente y su enfoque despreocupado hacia las relaciones. Alude a tratamientos superficiales y fugaces de las interacciones amorosas, dejando claro que su forma de amar es temporal y transitoria. La narrativa refleja una mentalidad hedonista en la que el placer inmediato tiene prioridad sobre el compromiso emocional profundo.

El personaje principal se autodefine como poderoso e irresistible, adoptando un tono arrogante al describirse a sí mismo como alguien superior a las normas establecidas. A través de metáforas relacionadas con automóviles potentes o trucos de magia, muestra su habilidad para manipular situaciones según sus deseos. Sin embargo, también revela una falta de conexión emocional genuina, explicando que prefiere mantener distancias cortas y disfrutar momentáneamente.

La constante referencia a sus zapatillas "Vans on" puede simbolizar un intento por mantener una faceta informal e irreverente incluso en contextos más íntimos. El carácter del personaje parece basarse en una búsqueda constante de gratificación instantánea sin ataduras sentimentales o responsabilidades duraderas. La superficialidad emocional retratada choca con su fachada segura y dominante.

En cuanto a comparaciones con otras obras musicales, esta canción podría relacionarse con temas similares abordados por artistas dentro del género hip hop sobre relaciones casuales y distancias emocionales mantenidas deliberadamente. Productores u otros detalles relevantes no se mencionan en la información disponible.

En resumen, "Vans On" es una pieza musical que explora los entresijos de una vida nocturna despreocupada y llena de efímeras conexiones humanas. A través de letras ingeniosas y ritmos pegajosos, T. Mills crea un retrato introspectivo sobre la libertad individual versus la intimidad genuina, presentando al oyente reflexiones sobre el significado del amor en un mundo marcado por lo temporal y lo cambiante.

Hey, they don't know a thing about us
Only love 'em for the moment
Oh oh ohhh
Tell 'em they don't know a thing about us
All the sweet left for you suckas
I don't treat 'em, I don't love 'em,
I fuck 'em with my Vans on
They calling me a bad motha fucka yeah
Damn, they don't know a thing about us
Only love 'em for the moment

Uhh, she says "Mills, you're my superhero"
But I'm just trying to hug her curves
Like a new Camaro,
I tell her that she got that kush then I laugh it off
'Cause that just means
That I hit it twice before I pass it off
Yeah, I'm the shit this year I tell a bitch get here,
Get your lipstick smeared
Don't get it twisted, baby girl get this shit clear
I don't know why I don't fall in love,
I'm on my pimp shit here but
I can be your drill sergeant you know give you major pain

We can make magic
And then I can pull a David Blaine,
I tend to make a habit out of that, I swear sometimes I feel
Like I can pull a rabbit out a hat
But that don't mean I'm trickin' though,
That means I be trickin' hoes
Yeah hoe I be trippin'
But on this trip you don't get to go
I'm in a rush to get this dough and I ain't finna way,
I'm just trying to fuck and send 'em home
Evacuate

Hey, they don't know a thing about us
Only love 'em for the moment
Oh oh ohhh
Tell em the don't know a thing about us
All the sweet left for you suckas
I don't treat 'em, I don't love 'em
I fuck 'em with my vans on (vans on)
They calling me a bad motha fucka yeah
Damn, they don't know a thing about us
Only love 'em for the moment

I need one to roll my weed up, one to come my shows
The same one to roll my trees up and also iron my clothes
I think I like them in threes, though
Because three is better than dos
And by dos I mean them Spanish ones
Angelina and Rose
So what's happenin' babe, what's happenin'
My hair long and her hair did,
I'm tatted, she tatted
She careful and I'm careless,
And I'm swaggin', she swaggin'
Most hate but she don't care bitch,
But this just for tonight, I'ma circle back to your square ritz

Carlton, like Fresh Prince but I be like a white Will
Backwards, had huge grand, six gold, bottom grill
Shits real, I'm hittin' kill
Paper stuff, Max peel
Gotta beat you home, my shit and steal
Huh deal or no deal?
Woo, she just want to be with me cause
She know that I'm almost rich
Hoes comin', they go faster
Than slow life of a young favorite
She want a relationship, but baby mine don't last long,
Let me take these slippers off and
Fuck you with my vans on

Hey, they don't know a thing about us
Only love 'em for the moment
Oh oh ohhh
Tell 'em they don't know a thing about us
All the sweet left for you suckas
I don't treat 'em, I don't love 'em
I fuck 'em with my vans on (vans on)
They calling me a bad motha fucka yeah
Damn, they don't know a thing about us
Only love 'em for the moment