Doze One - The Battle [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Chorus: Doze One]
My fates trying to pull me down
My free will is making sound
There’s no more need for doubt
I’m taking my vow X2

[Verse 1: Doze One]

My Fate's to be a
White boy
Nice hair
Bank job
Thanks mom
Fraternities
Are hurting me
But new friends
Thank god
Supposed to graduate
And fill my plate with steak and grapes
And if my job really requires
Than ill move to different states
Supposed to marry Julia Margarets and Mary Kates
And to act surprised when other guys take 'em on dates
And they do their fuckin cryin' and the talking bout the space
That they need, she cheated, I'm moving out my place
Listen, this is just a fuckin taste
Of the chase that they waste
Lives pursuin, ruin
If this the fate I face, I'm doomed, a shooin
This is the last thing you'll see Doze doin

[Chorus: Doze One]
My fates trying to pull me down
My free will is making sound
There’s no more need for doubt
I’m taking my vow X2