Pete B - Flatline [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

*gasps for air three times

[Verse 1]
Pete B for born again, but far from Christian
Milwaukee Wisconsin that where I'm livin'
Came a long way, got these problems that's within
Smoke trees Boo? Yup, well that's a given
Turn around let me see what I be hittin'
To peep that y'all need x-ray goggles
Sip too many high life's minds feelin' boggled
Stacks playin buck buck 'til they just topple

Gonna keep it a hundred, no frontin'
I see you checkin my wrist
Ain't it somethin hunny?
Put it work, I don't fuck with hand out money
Ain't into being bummy
Oh no, need to talk to the truth some more
Yall don't know the shit I was in
Bags of weed under bottles of gin
Cups of lean filled to the brim
Hydrocodone next to them
When y'all can copy someone
Why try and correct them
Just like how Vanilla Sky was the first Inception
Always been myself man, since time of conception
Nothin' ever less than
Me, yep yep its Pete B
Gotta take the fitted off just so I can see
Y'all same ones that left me in a hurry
Remember when I couldn't breathe
And shit was gettin blurry
I coulda gave up, yep there once was a time
When I thought I, I thought I would flatline

[Verse 2]
Just a young man, constant dreams of heaven
Do he got a plan? Muh' fuck I got eleven
Y'all can plan all you want, just end up to be lies
Blueprint it all you want, but plan to be surprised
You can call me Petey gotta keep the 3 y's
Cuz I can, cuz I gotta, cuz I'm fuckin gon' get it
Things in my head, make no sense until I spit it
And If I spit it then I live it
They bullshit him, leave him livid
That's why I Green Bay pack the bat into my dugout
Take another hit so I won't freak the fuck out
Shout out to my old hoes
Like they Kennith Cole broke
Women gave me no time
Coulda invested my whole soul
Now women like wholesale
They can just stand in line
Cuz I keep the best of dimes
This shit so cold, make past bitches flatline

[Verse 3]
Just a student who stuck himself in the studio
Spanish kid got skills call him Ricky Rubio
Upgrade to maserati cuz that Benz is too slow
I started makin music, cuz my ends was too low
Couldn't work no fuckin' desk job, answering phones
Tryin to be different then y'all, you fuckas is clones
Big ups to VTWO at H.B.U
Put me on the beat, man that shit is true
I can't rush this, I can't be no fool
All in due time, dyslexia in time due
So much stress puts pressure on my mind
Got ya boy speaking backwards like
Flatline-Tryna-Not-I'm
I'm tryin not to flatline
But I'm gon' do one thing
That's let the fuckin beat ride

[Outro]
I know I'm a man but I'm only as strong as I am
And I'm weak
Don't know how many times I would get home and drop to my knees
And then I pray
To God give me some strength, just get me through this, or just take me away

Away....away