Homeboy Sandman - Grand Pupa [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Homeboy Sandman]

Yo, yo, I had to, I had to go deep inside my mind
I was talking to homegirl, I had to try to figure it out, yo
Yo, I'm trying to improve, self-improvement
Through...through what?
I'm trying to keep it real with myself, right?

[Homeboy Sandman]

Sometimes my weakness still surprises me
I try to fight it but the pussy mesmerizes me
I ain't even worried 'bout how tight it be
Don't know what I'm doing, if it's wrong or if it's right to me
I get so excited be, every time a cutie saying hi to me
I ain't trying to lie to her or lie to me
Guess that that's the irony
Nonetheless I'm tireless entirely
Now she thinks she needs a tire iron and a eye on me

Time to face my mommy issues finally
Time to take the oils to the refinery
She be always rolling eyes and sighing at the sight of me
She was always fighting me
Got all in my psyche
Ever since it seems the thought of being alone has always frightened me
To the point that people use to liken me
To some type of player but I wasn't playing
I was always praying she be staying
All of those erections in different directions I be swaying
Had me feeling like a phony
One day I'm always calling her, calling her tenderoni
Next day I'm feeling lonely
See I ain't never give these women time to be my homie
I'm busy trying to take them home, I need someone to hold me
I never took the time to let them show me
I was all for moving forward the unknown 'til I found out they didn't know me
My heart was those degrees below, that shit was all baloney
I wanted that Maria meeting Tony
And now I'm sitting home and steady on the bone, ain't got to one to blow me
I got no one that go no one and only
And luckily I'm in the zone with writing songs since time be moving slowly
Without no one to work the pole or to ride the pony

I'm also into cuddling
But I'm never cool just being a hunk, I'm always trying to be the husband
Yo, it be just a couple pumps, I'm trying to call her pumpkin
I always knew that I was up to something
Yo, look all in my file, my whole style been denial and delusion
I wanted the illusion
I speak on future, that shit would confuse them
I was using them
Figured, since I usually was choosy while I was choosing them
Found them, then I frowned on the notion of ever losing them
I became a loser, though
Saying all the right things for the wrong reasons
Thought I [?] so my conscious and conversations were clear
But entire situations, my motivation was fear
Currently my motivation is willingness to evolve
Hear the voices, I don't listen, I have discipline and resolve
There's no need to answer yes to every single invitation
Had enough of playing doctor, time to play some operation
More precise movements, less the oscillation
More procrastination, less the proclamations, less the isolation
This is something that I owe to myself
When I grow, it's the goal of getting a hold of myself
I don't know how that's gonna go, but it's gotta go
Hot or cold, yo, I'mma hold on tight and go Geronimo
Now the pose is trying to be adult and try a new approach
And I'm quite excited at the prospect of some new results
Get my hair right 'stead of always trying to poke
Get my heart right while it still has got a post, before it's broke
Get the venom and the sickness out my system before I find another victim
Only one that's even truly on my wish list is my wisdom
So I'm off my shit and on to right my ship and keep it steady
When I meet her, I'll be ready, if we haven't met already
Take a rest then rescue me, acting like a refugee
Which has been my specialty, but the truth shall set me free
I been fishy as a fisherman with fishes in the sea
But now the hydra's slain, I'm hydroplaning, plain as you can see
[?] from someone to spoon with, soon as I can sleep
Now I'm off to make the ladies swoon as soon as I can be
Peace