Lincoln Price - FYM [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Casey K]
I'm not hearing you, it's hard to see...

[Verse 1]
All of a sudden it’s like she wanna hang out so much
I can’t be getting all distracted with attention sluts
I’m ADHD, and if you don’t think I’m reaching for my dreams
You asleep like actually
And now I ain’t your man so you understand
It’s ironic how that shit go hand-in-hand
Cause now I am surrounded by the famous
Singers, models, actresses, and entertainers
And now you jelly like KY
And I don’t give a fuck like it stay dry
Cause everything we did, and everything we've done
Was a chapter of a book that I burnt to keep warm
And now she got another rapper after her
Met him at a cypher and he wasn’t half as talented
Lincoln Price a maniac and that’s just how I’m acting
Like a battle rapper I could slap his ass and make an act of it
But now I’m way better off
Cause my Timbs pushing 7-Series pedals and I'm gone
But I know he know who your love with though
That's why he stood on stage and tried to diss me at a talent show
Not allowed to cuss, dumbed down without the radio
These poets fucking posers like a mannequin for Zumeiz
Life’s a fucking journey and I’m loving every step
Cause I’m six-foot three and I got long legs, the fuck you mean?

[Hook: Casey K]
You said that you'd always be there for me (FYM, FYM)
I tried so hard to give you what you need (FYM, the fuck you mean?)
I'm not hearing you, it's hard to see (FYM, FYM)
Cause you said that you'd always be down for me (FYM, the fuck you mean?)

[Verse 2]
Leather seats at the dealer, talking prices on a Bimmer
Loving life as a rhymer now forgetting every reason
And every time these nerds get the nerve
I’m that gator-skinned, last one with feelings hurt
Fuck being a rapper with a day job
Nine-to-five in the booth, that’s a day’s work
Imagination is expansive
My mind’s a fucking mansion I’m just living in my head
You should act different yo, her body was immaculate
I wouldn’t give a fuck if it was chained to a bed
Going through the changes cause it’s part of trying to heal
Yo, I acted like a bag of fuck fluid on the real
Reconnect the dots with the kids who had my back
But what’s the point if you can’t laugh? I mean
Occupation of an artist I’m just manifesting fantasies
So I’m making panties wet while I’m painting on the canvas
Yeah, now on some real man shit
Lavish living ain’t the reason that I’m rappin’
To make a woman feel special cause there ain’t too many left
Yet it’s best if I keep it one hundred with you, B
Swimming through the deep end, plenty fish in the sea
What you thought it was, a get rich quick scheme?
Asking me what I could earn with this degree
Rocking hoodies that got for free, the fuck you mean?

[Hook]