Irahnik - Morning [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Irahnik]
Close your eyes, imagine that I'm a God
I'm spitting verses so hard, still nothin compared to Nas
Almost lost it all, to LSD and some pot
I'm spittin this shit so y'all remember who you forgot
Getting high right now
Off a Pyrex, might is fly by now
Must've forgotten about your stupid hypotheses
And how there was a prophecy, but I'm filling it, I believe
Collectively, I'm resonant; yes, my pain is evident
The evidence for messing with my penmanship is getting
High, so high on an astral plane
The brainstorm haze got me going outer space
Ain't getting no oxygen, so I'm popping some Mollies and
I lost my hope for love, I get above some follies and
I don't know why ya boi is still trapped
I don't know why ya boi still raps
Man, I should be dead by now, quit your stupid mourning
Good morning, better wake up, gonna make up, for adorning
Ray gun, to my head, somehow kill the old me
I'm sick of death and sick of DMT and LSD
I'm sick of vivid colors, it's killing all my Ohana
Used to spend a couple dollars and get some dope from my brother
Nah; you ain't my brother, you my murderer
If I kept this up, id be unconscious on my furniture

[Hook: Deverano]
I don't know why I'm in this brand new state of mind
I just wanna have one normal morning
I'm tryna get back home, but I just don't know where am I?
I just wanna have one normal morning

[Verse 2: Irahnik]
Single handed syndicate, simple sinning vindicate
Serotonin diligent, sitting sighing indigent
Intimacy, I breathe a lot of trees
But please don't follow me, the trees are blocking me off
Cop a shotcock of my pipe
Leaves so strong, the orange hairs are finite
Got a lotta Preme, I'm a modernism Zeitgeist
All you hype dykes going after Pyrite
High like, off of some dutches, but quit the fussing
My cousin helped me quit cigs, but never quit the cussing
Busted in a casket, raspy percussion
I'm mad that He doesn't, help me when I'm abducted
Gotta help myself, it's pretty funny how these dummies
Put their Ds on me but pop E and F up with me
It's pretty silly, always had some acid in me
But now the flask is empty, and now I'm mastering me
So stop passing it please, I ain't got no time
For relapse, the weed's whack, I mean that, I seen that
Busted both my kneecaps, gladly time has elapsed
I'm tryna process these facts
You asking "where the weed at?" now I got four bars
You ain't even got no signal while your drugs are so strong
Still tryna wake up without feening
I blame it on my brother cause he wasted all my weekends

[Hook]