Liar - Lucky Stars [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]

I've got some things to say
And you're gonna listen
You're gonna listen good

[Verse 1: Liar]

My lucky stars must think that I’m ungrateful
Because I haven’t thanked them and as of lately I’ve grown so hateful
I’m not jealous of sucess I’m just impatient
I'm hungry for fame but I can’t seem to be satiated

I’ve learned a lot of things, I’ve learned not to count on others
I've learned the futality of reaching an agreement with my mother
I’ve learned the facts of how girls react when they feel they’re being smothered
But most of all I’ve learned how shitty it feels to be lonely during summer

I’m irreverent in my actions, I’m a boy who think he’s deep
Immaculate machinations manifesting in my mac and cheese
Two feet up on the rafters, rapping with rappers while wrapping weed
All my rhymes are plotted out but I’m rather lacking in schemes

Fame isn’t easy it seems
I miss the comfort of dreams
How long will I stay on the scene
I look like a fag in these jeans
He’s so abraisive, they scream
A Charlie not used to his Sheen
I kinda wish I could just roll a paper and maybe watch some TV

But things change
So do people
So do I
So did Katie, so did Melissa, so did Samantha and Skye
Funny to think about all of my favorite people who’ve died
They’re better off than me 'cus I only fall when I fly

But I’m attractive and talented, I often am told
I’d say those sayings were true but that would be awfully bold
Softly spoken and cold, God fearing gopher who holds
All competition to gold and makes partitions in snow

I think I misunderstood what I really mean to you
But it’s all good, love’s a trip we took the scenic root
My grandma told me I’d only be alone when I’m up there in the booth
But no one understands I’m the only Liar who’s really seen the truth

Tears are like gasoline spilling from a tired heart
My words are a lit match, I speak and then the fire starts
Rap’s a family game and one day I’ll be the patriarch
Until then I’ll just pray and pave a way

It’s fascinating how fascinations get you lascerated
Survival of the fittest is just murder excaerbated
Momma’s hatin, jokes on her I actually graduated
Now I spend all my days playin games and masturbatin

Is that optimal? Who gives a fuck?
I’ve done a lot of transforming but does that make me Optimus?
Is it a crime to have both sides poking out of your genes?
My mom had jungle fever, why’s that detrimental to me?

I'm a black kid in a cardigan blastin arctic monkeys
Introverts who hate reading and claim they’re concert junkies
Dead poets who’d rather argue than play something funky
Once happy losers caught labeling rather than loving something

I cover my big lips with a blunt now they accept me
Not the best choice of friends but school’s over so, who’s testing?
Lighter, all black, acid rap label almost scratched
Maybe when I get big I can finally give it a chance

[Outro]

I'm just a kid!
I don't know what I'm on about!