Francois Dillinger - Shoulder Kiss [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse: Francois Dillinger]
Ink spilling in my notebook, it's blood for the pain
Writing these raps, trying to bring about some change
So fuck a sleeve, i'll pour my heart out on this page
These verses are my life I live them out everyday
Look, talk that bullshit i'll cut you off like Kendrick
Cause everybody knows I pull strings like Jimi Hendrix
The devil's advocate, but the Lord's angel
If I'm employed by both, it's hard to remain faithful
See I can feed you food for thought. Here, here's a plateful
But you can't stomach that shit cause the truth's so spiteful
At times I feel like Cobain, wanna grab the riffle
But on top of my head is that motherfucking lightbulb
Reminding me of my sister, saying I can't leave her
So I just punch a whole in the wall & burn that reefer
Monsters in my head I wanna kill 'em with a bullet
& since I can't do that I have to put up with their bullshit
Rest In Peace to my motherfucking father
Even tough after he fucked my mother he couldn't be bothered
I'm Francois now, the whole enchilada
They thought the devil walked way I was rocking that Prada
They say money talks & you ain't saying nada
Tryna kill me i'll show you the whole die hard saga
I'm Bruce Willis on the beat, blowing shit up
Spit the raw truth, they candy coat they shit up
Told my lil' sister, "keep your chin up"
At the age of 11 she's already seen enough
The shit i've seen, would make Stevie wonder
Cause the shit i've seen makes me envy Stevie Wonder
It's kinda fucked up how it all turns out
When everybody's left you with your spirit burnt out
All my blood sweat & tears
My pain through out the years
Now I'm standing face to face with my fears
Fresh fade, v neck, chinos with some loafers
Spliff & a double cup, I'm starting to lose my focus
Butt naked women, sniffing up some cocka
You ain't affiliated, you just rubbing shoulders
Cups in both hands I'm fucking ambidextrous
Women in abundance, we don't let 'em stress up
Goons in the back incase some niggas test us
But they don't usually, they ain't got the testies
Fuck these niggas, tryna be my besties
Not a pretty nigga but bitches think I'm sexy
Well dressed nigga, GQ type of dude
Brim low, shades on, I'm tryna keep my cool
But, touch my fam & i'll murder ya'
We be straight up in your house like the furniture
Over 100 degrees man i'll furnace ya
My ear's to the streets, but I ain't heard of ya

Frankie ..