ClaS!cK - Grown Ups [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Intro: Rudy
Been collecting resin
With your bobby pins
That you left under my bed
That you left off of your head
And you once laid to rest at
The crook of my neck


Verse 1: Murf
Living in reflection, never one direction
Brain pattern shift on the road to perfection
Walk silent, but never keep quiet
Voices in my head are so damn self righteous
Broken home anthem, tied the square knot
Just to make a combination jab substantial
Nah, let me slow it down
Swift uppercut when you hear The full sound
I'm talking realization, confessions of a poet Moving with innovation
That's 21 years of mistakes relived from previous generation
But that's just semantics
We see the full view but can never reprogram it
Cry from help but it's too far
You see your idles die can't even do a simple spar
We etch-a-sketch future with no words
Tired of being disappointed so we flip the sky the bird
And that's word word to your brother
You never get to know him cuz he's always with another
Section 8 written across his forehead
These Lonley paths we walk show footprints of the dead
Dream so hard just to see red
Wanna know how I'm doing? play it back back to hear what I said
Never forgive just forget
Ease up subconscious with the anger that wasn't fed

Chorus: Rudy
Been collecting resin
With your bobby pins
That you left under my bed
That you left off of your head
And you once laid to rest at
The crook of my neck


Verse 2: Murf
Slippin and trip down deep in the filthy
Family welcomes hands but the past makes you guilty
Wanna fade out till the sun sets
But all you got is regret and insomnia that's upset
Bills after bills man this stress is getting old
Replace the fear that makes you so damn bold
Struggle till you can't breathe no more
Scream until you feel your lungs in your core
Oh you want some more?
Aren't you tired of lookin for a light
You ain't sick of love being out of your foresight?
Word to the bitches from the past
Don't mean to be rude that was the last of the passion that I had
But back to the story These years pass us by just so that we can fine dine in glory
Sorry, simple shit just seems to bore me
Can't you tell the time? Can't you feel the rain pouring?
Depression fully charged I grew up too fast can't see straight somebody stop me
But you can catch me in the lobby, Room service Dante's inferno
I just hope masses understand these words though
These last days got me fucked up I just wanna fix it quick like Digorno
So why don’t we saddle up and ride off before i go loco
Because crazy always develops when its home grown

Bridge: Murf
And we thought these days would last forever
And we thought these times were everlasting
I remember saying the past would never catch me

Bridge 2: Murf
And I can’t wait
And I Can't wait
To see time move again
And all these simple things
Found our passion just to sing
And all the days we held so clear