C-Weav - Follow My Lead [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]

I had a dream to make it to the league
The NFL if I excelled, get drafted to a team
I might as well, if I could film then I’d re-do the scene
Gave this music shit a try, hope I do my thing
Put all my thoughts on Twitter now they follow me
But they don’t know the real C and it bothers me
Sometimes I have to have a drink to sit down and think
And sometimes I have a drink to sit down and drink
I’m losing it, all this pressure just to be successful
I’d just say that life’s a heifer just to be respectful
If you know me then you know me don’t let me forget you
I’ll be right here if you fall so C-Weav'll Catch You
I Just Wanna Make Music, fuck the fame
You can give me a lil' change, but fuck the chain
And if things stay the same, I’ll say fuck the game
I’m like the only cool guy with a bunch of Lames
Its like I always fall for people that be selling dreams
Or just like my homie Toine say, tell me things
All I got is this music it's my last chance
Grab somebody by the hand, this the last dance
And it's sad that the dopest rappers barely noticed
It's Like Everybody Focused on This Hocus Pocus
I guess being Real Is Just How I Was Raised
Thats why I love going home for the holidays
Sometimes it feels like the fam is my only push
When I’m tryna cross the line, they my Reggie Bush
I could end up like peers sitting on my tush
Play my music real loud like its bubble kush
Fuck it, I push this bucket like it ain’t nothing
It's crazy how I made somethin from ain’t nothing
That's rather cool, I'm just a dude that's rather smooth
I won’t sell my soul to win if so I’d rather lose
People tell me I'm too dapper just to be a rapper
You live like you in a movie, you should be a actor
Encores and bravos to this bottle
When I stunt I'ma stunt just like when Martin won the Lotto
More and more my heart is hollow, that's a tough pill to swallow
Brush my head like i’m Chicago, got my foot pressed on this throttle
In this scene cooler than Rollo, I’m living like no tomorrow
Will it come? I'll know tomorrow, none of these flows is borrowed
But they know they borrowing these
The city handed me keys
I’m Out, follow my lead