Aka Clive Burrows - Tuesday (Outro) (Prod. by Garvin Williams) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[SwayWitti]
I guess its Tuesday, amuse me
My bruises they confuse me, reefer treatment makes me droozy
Hell, I think I'm bouta loose it. I should cool it, Fuck I'm cruising
Drooling pools, feel like I'm a fool
Deceived, by the demons speaking to me
Cause their words are reaching in my head, I fucking dread
I guess its time to take a drive with these roofies
Make room for me please, we don't need no casualties
It feels like a dream. Wheres my team?
It seems I left them without keys
Oh shit, its a fucking tree

[Clive Burrows/Demon]
The voices in my head are dying, now my mind clear
Feeling fine, grand. Spectre's lectures are now in the rear
The scary fog, is clearing, and my feeling are illogical
All my problems have been optimized from my opticals
Impossible, soul search, causes highly probable
[Demon]
Upon inspection, metal detectin
My cold soul, gold weapons, teaching lessons, bold
Of stonemasons old
I've possessed you Garvin, now you're mine of course
Don't fight it, like them whores who leave them open doors to intercourse
No remorse
You think you'd survived Bloody Sunday all by yourself? Or that motherfucking Blue Monday?
No, I'm your demon guardian from burning fucking hell

[Spectre]
Walking down this road alone
Who knows when I'm going home, Who knows if I have a home?
Maybe these streets that I roam
I'll paddle on against the tide, I wanna get there, forget the ride
I'll take the subway, that's quick
No choice it's a one way, that's it