Didymus - Ride Music [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Sad inside
Never satisfied
I never feel like I’m one of the guys
On the outside looking in
Peeping Tom
On the inside looking out
Facepalm
Life is funny, but it’s not a joke
Take another toke
Life isn’t a race it’s a marathon
Pass the baton
Going downstairs with no socks on
Judgment all down my back
Cold stares
He raps? He’s just a punk
Wasting time like I'm getting a clock drunk
Hope lost, but the inspiration is still there
The limit is still fear
Yet you Lord, are our Father
We are the clay, you are the potter
It's deeper than rap
But these girls are some kiddie pools
It's deeper than rap it's poetry
I'm a poet
It's deeper than thought
Ima pour it
I’ll never lie on a beat
It sounds bad
I’ll never lie on a beet
It feels bad
Beyoncé, Ray Rice
Where are these elevators taking these people?
I’m not famice
I mean famoose like Bullwinkle
I’m not even a little star like twinkle twinkle
I'm sittin on some gems like a confused hen
I ben here where have you been?
I feel like a shark a shore with shiny shackles shivering me timbers tumbling down a turbulent tunnel
Stressed depressed
Sure
I just want to be on tour
Watching F•R•I•E•N•D•S having fun on the couch like I’m watching Netflix
As I flip through the picks
I feel sick
Saturday night no plans
Chandler Bingin it
Chandler Bingin it
No one knows what I does
You might know what it was
No hoes just human beings
*STOP BEAT*
"He respects women HeheHeheHehe
What is he thinking"
I don’t know what to think
I know I am right why is everyone telling me I am wrong
I feel like it's East vs. West like I’m Ozamataz Buckshank
Wait, I don’t get it
I don’t know Rap Genius it
Sometimes 700 Sundays is all you get
Make sure your livin it right
That’s why I am writing this so you get this right
Then I realize through my real eyes
That these fake girls with pretty eyes just tell lies
The Bible is the key to our morals
So don’t reciprocate the reciprocal
If you don’t listen to me
It’s because the truth hurts
It’s because you don’t buy my shirts
Why? We ask it
Sometimes it opens the door to our casket
If you don’t try, how do you know?
Simple but intentional
Praying with one hand
O.B.J
No J.O.B
Kids today just want what comes with being a rapper
They trip over a power cord they didn’t even know was there
And not know how much power is in what they say
Perception is reality
I’m blind
Hands as cold as ice
Must be melting cause they wet too
What’s your answer to who are you?
What is the good of solar panels covered in snow
Or a summer snow plow?
Cross your T’s and dot your I’s
But it doesn’t always spell perfecTIon
Am I the Rock, the Redeemer, neither?
Throwing five finger sandwiches like a cannibal food fight
These lines are… too tight
Like a windy day… a blue kite
Home isn’t just where I lay my head every night
You don’t want to listen to me now
But when you hit rock bottom call me
I’m hot like Costa Rican coffee
I’m cold like kelvin… Hobbes is just imaginary
I’m hot like the Mojave
I’m cold like you need a blanky
I’m sweet like salty
I mean that oxymoronically
I’m flashy like paparazzi
I’m wishy like washy
Psych!
I’m all up in your psyche
If it sounds like I’m bragging
That’s because I am
But guess who gave this gift
The Great I Am
Look up at the sky, it won’t last
Not too long, you’ll crash
Hopefully this song is therapeutic
This is ride alone at night music