Jakob X Jack The Spitter - Where The Hell Are We [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Jakob]
I'm lost without a map
Kush loud without the hearing
Of herb definite infinite knowledge
So much its overbearing
Take this lesson for granted
Ripping out throats
Spit blood into a napkin
Vision blurry like I'm on acid
Fried brains into a level
Left alone with liquor
And speakers with no tremble
Cock throw up on a stripper
Chasing lines whiter than
Girls in love with benzos
Rather smoke stogs
In the back of my benz tho
Roll up dirty
Just got out of hospice
Leave in all black
With a totem full of machus
Hebee getting stabbed
Dodging bullets like I'm neo
Someone get this guy a taxi
Driving home without de niro
Zeros by the thousands
Pussy music for a billion
Dancing round my center piece
Like I'm some kind of native
Jesus lovers really hate this
They think I talk to satan
When all we do is talk shit
Snort lines and get wasted

[Verse 2: Jack The Spitter]
Ugh, i'm really off the deep end um
Sitting on flows make the seamen cum
Shit was rude but i had to say it cuz i love it dude
If i hit the lottery i'd give it to my brother too
But no before i spent a couple hundred on the shoes
I been eyeing them scoots, i rock the finest duds
Cruise looking for bruises we eyeing them majors tunes
The tude resemble, a young andre, with an old you
Grouchy, looking to bust outty
Either by bullets or music, formers sounding good
I could have applied myself made something out of nothing
But that's work, practice is nohing, if talents apparent
Get it understood, bitch staring is rude, too
They swear they see me from the web, when we were old news
Get off your high horse
Purist with a pure wrist like i envy you?
You fucking slacker, bet you never been what we into
A bleak bake, baby just don't think
A mic a stinky stash of green and wake, not a chance
We can't change, if you're looking for that pain rap
I'll give you plenty to work with and you can write back "thanks jack"