Martin Amaru - Geppetto [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
I want to feel like I'm in control and bold wanna stop the shots I'm told
To take when i break when I'm under pressure motherfuck my professor
Motherfuck these questions when I dish this lesson
It's simple nigga
Don't shit on my canvas can't stand this when trying to paint my pictures
Had to say "fuck inspiration"...
Cause the truth never comes to light
In my life
I don't ask "to my face why you lie?"
"Why the rain from the sky feels like knives in my eyes?"
Feel like Diving skies with eyes closed
No parachute just prayer and a "hope so
" Quick death better than a clap from 44
Flying from a Rover
Wait till its over
Death and brothers kids in the street 'bout to grab their mothers
Wet dead body laying under cover "
SyxxEyes just died" brother to a brother
"Will there be another?
Will there be another??"
Nah just copies of shit, they'll love you just plotting this shit above you
I'm just trynna (Trying to) get my bread and butter
Upper echelon killing in the renaissance
Know when the pen is they're not worthy
Niggas are Krillin to a goddamn Broly
God is calling catch me falling
Some things I live for
And it is not whores
Dancing on your porch
Crash a new Porsche
On solid gold floors, "
Oh you got yours?"
"So we both ass?" "
Damn We dance for more"


[Hook]
This life, this is my life, your life, this is your life, our life, this is our life, Life, this is life
X4


[Verse 2]
My humble factor needs a little work
But I can't stay sane niggas gassed like propane
Hank Hill even told me that it's "insane"
In the membrane
Now my memories shot
Fucked up I don't even smoke laced pot
Might as well lost in a parking lot was in my own lane till my plane got dropped
Fucked up plot
By some bombers
It was a honor
Hol up, get it?
Stuck in a trance where i'm growing
But old faces keeps on showing up
I pray to god that I had enough
I pray to god that I had enough
Put the cuffs on a killer when he kills for lust
I'mma (i'm going to) bust I swear I took too much
Watch the moral fly over
Over your head for closure
Laying on my doctors sofa
While my clones portray a poser
Johnny Cash gave me his crown of thorns before suicide could settle the score
Will the "Basis" prophecy take action? With dream packed in? I'm waiting for it
Ready to die like I'm Notorious
I promise to your heart that I won't blink before the bullet hits but yet I'm a pacifist
Society would love to die vain
I'm off my rocker so I wouldn't doing the same