Nick Source - Life [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse 1:

Breakfast is croissants, lunch is ramen mixed with wontons, dinner is this bitch with pom poms
My johnson's lookin like it's a Dachshund
I doubt you want some, I'm bustin' y'all without a condom
And bout to blow like a loud ass Car bomb, don't doubt the outcome this sounds like an album don't it?
Now I'm so focused, never been down with you posers
You spit bogus, Ay Hokis pokis, just turned an ounce into roaches
If you're loud you can get ghosted, speakin bout vermin, just know I'm surrounded by serpents
I don't give a fuck though, I think I'm gonna drown at the sermon, for makin freaks out of virgins
O I'm so determined, to get a gat with a permit and a bad bitch with an ass that's perfect, yeah I deserve it
It's cause I got class, guess I've been ditching it, go figure, I'm all about figures and president Benjamin

Chorus:

This is my life though, this is my life
You can't tell me what to do, you can't tell me what to do
You Can't tell me (na na na) you can't tell me what to do


Verse 2:

Indecisive is for losers, if this was science, I'd be Isaac Newton
Go find Medusa, tell her I'm so hard her eyes won't do shit
I'm in a riot, fighting quiet, only fists cause I'm pissed at the violence
Mr.Po-po killed another child, so I'm wildin' I can't be compliant
It's a backwards society, but that's what inspires me, why is that irony huh?
I got high esteem, a dying breed rhyming things you try and think up
Not tight as me huh? Don't try and link up, I got this on lock, hook, line and sinker
Its time you see my new future, Me with coupes souped up
I'm a Martian, when I'm on shit, flipin' quick like an auction in my office, stacking all profits back at college
My knowledge is doctorate off the block bitch
No break peddles on my space shuttle I stay subtle and break bubbles you call barriers
I'm like Jason just a lot scarier, since I get out of character
I got a Barbie in my car seat of an RV puffin marley, suckin on me
Know I'm starving for some Arby's
Guess I want beef, fucking honkey's gone crazy
And somehow my lungs ain't round, but guess where the Mary go?
I'm breaking my back to slip my disk in your stereo