HideandSeekZoo - Faded Off That 2% Milk [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Yo, back to the lonely nights when I slowly light and only write
You don't know me, dyke
Come and show me life
I spit bored raps, I sleep and don't wake up like Snorlax
So you bitches show the whole facts
I burn slow, but I roll fast
You got no gas, no class, your girl got like no ass
Your life is a throwback, oh my god that is so whack
High off the Prozac, don't know where my soul's at
Tell the bridge I want my toe back, so I can cop a Joe sack
I'm pro black, please show me where the hoe's at
Hit the club if the show's whack
I'm a dope cat, you know that
So go back or stay here, you cats are like way weird
No longer wanna play here, different crowd same cheer
I blame queers, Obama, swag, and mostly me
You can hate on my lyrics, but you can't hate on my weed
Cos I smoke on that loud shit, illegal not allowed shit
You hear it everywhere, like when the schools make announcements
Slowly getting mulas, not your girl cos she a chula
Esta madre pero cruda, I spit six sin dudas
The only woman that I'm really scared of is my jeffa
I bump mainstream and underground call me a leva

Pretty bitch hang ten on that surfboard
All these little tricks getting mad cos I curse more
No reply, straight ignore cos it hurts more
Called all the hoes to come through to get their shirt torn
We JDS and we eating hell pita
I'm Lord, Senorita, life, and death, don't trust either
Turn your bitch into a part time believer and I'll get her so high that she'll be ariba
Smoking fat blunts with Chris Powers, haters staying sour
Older by the hour, I devour pseudo rapper cowards
In the lab like crinker, but I stay strapped like Lana
Fans telling me to make more love shit, but I don't wanna
Cos that shit is just a cycle, I'm not about them circles
Always on the creek, but real homies get blurp, though
Sipping Captain Morgan's 'til I've rotted all my organs
And I'm saying, "Fuck the cops," I got a Zoo of reinforcement
See a les shit, homie cops love seevo
I live the fucking life throwing hoes like free throws
I'm loving it, middle fingers to the government
We should all aim our gun resources towards some other shit
West Side in my photographs, it's in the proclamation
Getting cheated on is tight, if you need the inspiration
Stacking