Coulter Cook - Pocket Change [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Let us say a party's in town and we tryna' bash
It's the last, tad tardys fore the teacher bite my ass
Cause I'm passin' out all the banners, handin', demanding bystanders
Manners matchin' my standards and standards matchin' the slander
The man, he held 'em up, demandin' to give it up
But luckily for me, I'm stuck and bet I'm goin' nuts
The Planters, they understand it, but dammit, I'm blowin' up!
Atlanta, it's Cook-to-man, but the man, he ain't showin' up
Poetry is motioning to flee
But it's throwin' the key to me
While I'm flowin' from beat to beat
And I'm knowin' I need to be
Mere inches ahead of the competition
Now pitch it, I'm physically fed up with our division
The vision of art diminishin', is it a bit abstract?
Matching it with a passion that is fastening
Lastly, don't matter, pitta-patter, it's the latter, had to beat
Your face, into the static that mapped my entire screen!

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Let us say, you and I are bout to spit
You know that I can take the microphone and you a pound of dick
Cause I don't really count on quittin', but with you, it's bound to fit
Up in your lifestyle bidness and your life, it's out to get
I can slouch around and mix up all the different sounds a bit
Sixty thousand miles a minute with adlibs around the end
Violence in my system had convinced my mind to give
Into decisions in a cycle and the title is dementia
The men shut up, as the vinyl record spins
Inside a pile of the files that defile best of men
I have less to win, with the guys defendin' friends
The type of lies that get a pin stuck in your eyes and it's the end
That's it, the credits roll, not a role that people see
And stop to think of logically, I pop a knee to watch for free
A part of me is automated, wish I made it in the lotto
My roboto body's achin' and the pain's inside the throttle, c'mon!

[Hook]