Crackhouse - Faded [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Cj:
This that hammer dance
I hit a nigga where he stand
Dancin' with these women and that pistol chillin' in my pants
Choppa so big you think i walk woth a limb

Ass so fat double look i thought it was Kim
Im not tryna start shit but man im really fucked up
I see a nigga i dont like he need to get a check up
Liquor hit my stomach and now i see a set up

Swisha hit my brain not im bout to fuck this shit up
Find me on the wall drinkin' bobbin' my head
Slurin' my words and i dont know what i said
Captain morgan done turned me into Jonny Depp

Better get your man before i hit em in a sec
Got a bottle in my hand and its broken by the neck
When you talk to me you better say it with yo chest
Im so fucked up man i thought this was sin
But Jesus did it too and people prayin' to Him

Classic Cris:
Ay wuttup, its ya boy Classic
Aka Mr. I dont give a fuck about shit
Aka the owner of the boxers in ya mommas laundry .. basket
Busted then she made a sandwich

Cuz I got the flows as tight as you can make ya ass clench
Im feelin on top Im on a seesaw with a fat kid
If you can't have my heart, I bet you'll settle for my package
Average rappers pass the microphone before I snatch it

The lead you shootin prolly comes from tips of pencils
You hiding when you hating, you muggin thru tinted windows
Bitches in my mommas whip, quicker than a second split
Wheelin while im sippin somethin strong as Hali Dickson is

Drown myself in a wishin well, hope they wish me well
I hope they lemme write some raps while im in hell
Cuz Ima little faded all my homies say I'm pale
Before I pass I think Ill have another, Ughhh

Dee Jay:
Day in and day out I struggle tryna break these beats
Mixin different type of pills to try to keep my mind at peace
Because the only way I cope is fightin demons in my sleep
Tryna convince myself not to stay up for another week

And I can't seem to get over my ex never trust another bitch cos they jus want me cos I'm next
Everytime im widda new chick I tell her its jus sex and if the ride is good I might jus hit her widda text
Cris back so yea we gettin faded everytime im widdem some chick is scresmin bouta baby
I wake up widda bottle in my hand cos nights are crazy or aromas from the messy that we blowin on daily

Memories to kill so im never really sober hear the rumors startin sayin that im more than a stoner but
Without the drugs I could probably still bone her she askin for em lately she been feelin like a loner and she heard that I be gettin higher than the supplier cos I got another tendency its lightin shit on fire and
Even though id much rather do that you'll see me in my city fragiley gettin faded with the crack

Gk:
Walking through the door, man the aroma was potent
I'm taking shots like I'm Chris Dorner through the smoke with a scope
Now gimme the Jack and gimme a wrap, no simile, like that's what you don't
It's imminent energy, sipping the Hennessy, I just need to poor it

In the sprite and lime I co-sign it with Mr. N9ne, now I am confined to find files of fire inside this vile asylum, in denial? Then rival em
Getting high like aspire to hit the sky like I'm some fireworks
Ice in it, siphon it, can't suffice with the lighter shit
Drinking pints till I'm violent, though the night I been fighting this urge

[To]Pop a vicoden or a perc, you might consider this work that I been living in dirt
So don't get bitter, get burnt!
I'm just acidic, as sick as a sinner gets when I'm serving a fifth of bourbon to her
While I'm hitting durban poison-us like whats the worst that could happen
Other than turning in our graves, like I'm just playin, and I traded em in to get Faded