King of Nothing - Amber Wavves [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse One]
They was too legit to quit, but now they retirin’
Cause my crew be wreckin’ shit like the 80s Giants
Lawrence Taylor suck a dick, you can't fuck with my blitz
Traded up to Kristen Wiig from my Aidy Bryant
And I know I need to study for my four finals
But its Saturday and bitch, I’m on my Lorne Michaels
Smack a hipster with muthafuckin’ Lorde vinyl
Get the digits then I get up in a whore’s spinal
(Lets get primal) I don’t fuck with ‘gac
Sip coronas though
Keep on drinkin till my blood is black
Like I’m Crona, hoe
Ragnarok so pass the rock and I’ma shoot it in they face
Used to play that basketball but now I lay up with some Js
Gon and tell me how it taste
Heard my flow just like ambrosia
Do you feel me? I’m Achilles
Difference is, I patched my holes up, ok hollup
Niggas still be ballin’ out they quota
Meanwhile I’m with all soldiers raisin toasts like thought I told ya!
Always causin’ problems when we show up
No tears for the fallen, only ballin’ can console us
This shit been my callin’ since I called on motorolas
RAZR blade, taper fade, journal full of poems
Distant friends actin like I owe ‘em
But its MAAB LIFE to the end, say the letters if you know ‘em
My condolences to my opponents
Cause this the type of shit that only happens when you’re chosen

[Chorus]
Oh, tell me what it be
Demons in my soul and shackles on my feet
Ay, can you break the chains
You can be my old head, call you Amber Waves

And believe me, I’ve got much to learn
So will you teach me
Before I crash and burn

[Verse Two]
No new friends ‘cept for all my new friends
I’ve been high for weeks, sorry bout my mood trends
Vyvanze shrooms and LSD with my wellbutrin
I would mix them just to see if it was amusin’
And we bumpin El Debarge
Beats by el carbon
Sneak in through the yard, every night when I get home
If my dad’s still up, he’ll prolly lecture me bout how im grown
And I need to try and get it on my own
Communication is shit!
You tell me I’m too relaxed!
More like two steps off a cliff!
But you would know if you asked!
Stop taking parenting tips!
From parents you never had!
I only use this tape to mend the broken bonds from my past!
I made my mom cry on Christmas I was dismissive and fresh
When lupin came down south to visit told me the same for she left
Decisions I made weren’t the best and lately I have been the worst
Sometimes I just get depressed
And look for people to hurt
You should be more mature
Can’t just blame things on her
Only things you deserve are the ones you’ve earned, nigga newton’s 3rd
Karma’s the toll we pay
Follow these roads we’ve paved
Lean on me, we’ll both be straight
Family’s the only god that I know-these-days
So the ghost-we-pray to, our savior
Pretty sure he ain’t gon save ya
Live like you’re your own damn maker
And the struggles and the strife can’t phase ya
My haters
My homies
All the elements that made my story
Searchin’ for my pot of gold and a four leaf
Heard the top’s like home, cause its lonely

[Chorus]
Oh, tell me what it be
Demons in my soul and shackles on my feet
Ay, can you break the chains
You can be my old head, call you Amber Waves

And believe me, I’ve got much to learn
So will you teach me
Before I crash and burn

[Verse Three]
Niggas just don’t wanna fuck with me no mo
I been puffin on my cone and im just too faded
Went and bought a fifth of rum up at the sto
Honey buggin’ me to po’, said her cup’s too vacant
Thank god for that captain morgan’s
Makin sure the shit up in her glass stay potent
Thought you were a match for me well scratch that notion
Burn the j and the we kill the ash, that’s lotion
Ro-lin got a tank fulla gas, amithaba on my dash and some frenchy’s chicken
Hoe sitting (sin) in the passenger, yo I didn’t ask so don’t tell me how you friends keep trippin
Why you touchin my cds, bitch?
I ain't playin t swift
But I might fuck-with-rhye
Don’t think I’ll need to repeat this
But if you let me beat it, just know that I love-you-aight?
I don’t ever wanna cuff too tight
You and I should decide of our own free will
Ball like my lil nigga rubdi for real
Quick as the devil, no tar on my heels
Rhyme schemes get bitten cause niggas ain’t genuine (ginwin) enough and get stuck on the bandwagon wheels
Honestly, What’s the appeal?
Needles in veins cause they vain seekin’ thrills
This been my dream since I was 17
And my counselor and dean were still puttin’ me down
Bet they believed they had figured me out
Funny now I’m the shit to which I wouldn’t amount