Kaino - Therapy Session [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Intro

Verse 1
Yeah I'm letting everything out
That pain I bring out sing out no doubt
Show you what I'm about
My lyrics pouring out it can fill a drought
My spirts calling out as I chill in the south
Uh I miss my old friends in New York Michigan
The distance man getting to me as I'm sitting in
A new place witnessing life as I grow older
My shoulder growing a bolder
As I become an adult with my days slower
Why talk just grow up my insecurities show up
Popping like some soda and my
Options just froze up
Going to college to get more than dollars being honest
Really half these classes a waste of time
I'm becoming despondent as I face the time
No I don't, lace the nine rather place the rhyme
To get on a stage and shine

Hook
I, am, too deep, too deep, too deep
Drowning in my sorrow(2x)
Praying for tommorrow(2x)
Tired of being too deep

Bridge(repeat)
Swim-out Swim-out

Verse 2
Uh High school was tough man those days were rough
I felt like a outsider friends save that bluff
Fake Friends everywhere stress make me wanna light up
Ask why play that stuff I wanted to be popular
Really I was a loner and all the ladies stuck
On the jocks even a stoner got more play than me
Shit maybe I should blazed the weed
Tough being a minority in these communities
I was exclusive to the cool kids that didn't two shits
Two piss shit I was used to it a fool to it didn't go to school
For this should of thrown the duece towards it
I let myself become loose forward this
Consume my world to be the dude that all the girls would pursue
Try to screw when my focus should have been on school
Now I'm paying for it, Struggling with a 9 to 5 job

Hook
Bridge

Verse 3
In college now 2 years on my plate
About to eat more with the fears at stake/steak
Fear that these student loans will kill my career, great
Where is the beer in hear late drunk with despair yeah
F tears create a lake I'm feeling like a weak man
About to fade a way this ain't no MJ jump shot
These days the bullshit is non stop
About to pull clips at these non-cop
Hate dealing with ignorant hot shots
Thinking they the shit cuz they move bricks
And screw chicks all day and pull clips
I know I'm not there type of rappers
Don't rap about killing niggas
Moving white or stealing figures
Or much business they got in the streets
I know hood niggas won't bumb my music
I got no hood appeal but I rather be real than fake nigga

Outro
This the realest shit I ever wrote
Will the music provide the means
To survive the ends will I make it
Will I get sign
All these questions killing the mind
Sometimes its fuck rap fuck rap
Look at how rappers drop 50 mixtapes
And still don't get sign
What makes me different this shit weighing on my mind
In this therapy session