Chris Punsalan - So I'm Gone [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Rollin...ain't nobody folding
Always all in when I'm going through the motions
You could, you could, you could find me in the cut recording
I ain't neva going out cause I just know what's more important
That's staying cooped like 2 door in the booth
Making beats, filling sheets, with nothing else but the truth
See my cousin gave me hope told me that I could be great
As long you stayin honest with yo music you'll be straight
So I write w/ my heart up on my sleeve
I been doing my production ain't no time to let it breathe
I been in and outta doubt always second guessing thoughts
But my brother gives hope whenever I'm feelin lost
See he ridin on the bus that is shorter than the rest
But he always keep his head up cause the heart up in his chest
And I Idolize that, so I'm tryna be his model
Staying focused on this mission hopin one day he would follow
I ain't tryna hit the lotto do my own kick and push
Everybody wanna eat but ain't nobody wanna cook
See I cut off everybody from my old school
Tryna hit me up, I be like sorry gotta make moves

[Hook]
On my way higher
And I'm lookin farther

I won't live here blinded
And the only way is forward
So i'm gone

And I'm never looking back no
Got a plan of attack bro

[Verse 2]
Riding through the city on the west
And I got the windows I been feeling like the best
Ain't nobody in my way and I do this on my own
See I'm staying independent making hits up in my home
I don't ever grip the chrome, I ain't ever sold the crack
I ain't ever blow a thou, I don't ride a Cadillac
I just stay up in my room cooking beats on the maschine
Hopin one day I would blow w/ a dollar and a dream
Man that's all I really got and Im praying that I'm next
I been reachin out to god waiting for a text
He ain't eva gon reply but I'll still...get...by
I don't need a beat from you I get high off my supply
And I'm asking who can I trust
Ain't nobody but myself but believing is a must
And see grinding is for certain always gotta pay your dues
See they teach you how to win but they hoping that you lose
Uh, tryna find a balance to this life
I'm just tryna find my way by spittin writtens to the mic
I don't eva go to parties what is there to celebrate?
Maybe when I get a Grammy and mil up on my plate

[Repeat Hook]