Jonwayne - Accounted To, Then For [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Looking through my two windows in limbo
From the indo swimming through my veins like a minnow
Feel the wave from your head to your ten toes
Pumping blood tight inside my worn Timbos
I feel the flight in the night sky
High as a kite that’s being pulled by an in-orbit satellite
Morbid writing employed by royal highnesses
And meant to be felt by the highest of the highnesses
Red velvet capes flowing from the neck, liquid
I won’t stop rocking like the gifted kid that I am
Until the fat lady’s adam’s apple ribbets a riveting song
Just like the lungs do ripping a bong
This from one traveler to another
You can’t see a beauty if you ain’t gonna love her
So accept the excess brain sex, wrestling relief
Better yet the basis of all your beliefs
Fall through the ground straight into to the magma
Burning up your insides and filling all the gamma
Breathing in all the dark matter
And at this point it doesn’t matter whose bank account’s fatter
This life just a skeleton, spraying skin repellants
And your organs played in the background, still irrelevant
Heaven and hell rocking 24-7 like a clock with a bell
Or avalanche it never fell
And when you open up your eyes you can see through all the lies
That were painted on your face as a disguise
They say time flies when you’re having fun
But I’m higher than time so this is more than just a joyride

Aw no I’m not done yet…

Back again it’s the man with the thousand-word verses
Shrinking egos and snatching purses
So get the nurses, you know what they say, I’m off my rocking chair
Rappers feel the burn like a long eye socket glare
They scared stiff, turning bodies to clouds of piff
Leaving piss, these dissing geniuses is fetuses
I go to Plan B leave ‘em screaming when they seeing this
It gets grimey when the kid starts rhyming
I guess lightning strikes twice when you fly as kites
And write with the lightning rod
It’s in the body like blood and bone, shock 'em til they don’t remember home
Name, phone number or the last time they rented dome
Come in as clones and I send them back as drones
Prone to overblown eardrums and sheer bum groans

It makes me focus like witches in the hocus pocus
Spit it in a minute and pretend I never wrote this