Regg - #InFameITrust [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]
Thank you
In fame I trust
In fame I trust
Thank you
Thank you
In fame I trust
In fame I trust
But am I wrong?
Thank you

[Verse 1]
Is it magic that I'm attracted to you?
Is it evil that I want static with you?
Or is this fools gold in plastic wrapping?
Or is this fool confused by the gold from rappers plastic rapping?
Thats a stretch ain't it?
I guess this verbal revolver could leave you brainless
Shoot forbidden fruit
Chose me to be the seed
Made life my slut, but she made me fall to knees
So no matter the weather
I could never
Make tears rain from your eyes without them being pleasure
Pleasure ain't painless
Painless is sin
Sins are to be forever repeated again
And again so keep flashing the lights and cameras
Through my hood, I duck the sirens and cannons
Danesha my teacher, lessons spill from her planner
But Fame my mother, it's kind of hard to understand but

[Hook]
Thank you
In fame I trust
In fame I trust
Thank you
Thank you
In fame I trust
In fame I trust
But am I wrong?
Thank you

[Verse 2]
My cold mind is a gold mine for tragic thoughts
And its in me the creativity you bought
I've fought both by your side and against you
Words can't put justice to what we went through
Holy hell you, growing like you supposed to
We fighting for number one, never below you
But the perception is destiny
Is favoritin'
That's like choosing who's your favorite kid
And its funny cause I'm as black as Kelly Rowland is
I don't think you know who's future you holding here
We fightin', we scratching the barrel so tall
How you gon treat me like I'm the cause?
Look in my eyes, see how our addiction hurts your brother
Cause whether win or lose, we never lose each other
So based off the pure strength you and I muster
We can conquer the whore we fell in love for
Or

[Hook]
Thank you
In fame I trust
In fame I trust
Thank you
Thank you
In fame I trust
In fame I trust
But am I wrong?
Thank you

[Verse 3]
For better or worse love, I give my heart in cursive
Appalled by some of the actions that we once cursed of
You was the first one, the anniversary of my madness
What's sad is, my dreams are here and you not here to back it
Back and forth, we question...you still thinking bout me?
My girl reading here, but...you still writing about me?
I guess we grew up fast and the spurt numbed we
Novacane was the product, the product hurts me
But still to you I give you my all, married or not
I throw this bouquet through the fog with hope in my heart
Cause I don't know who gon love me like you once did
If we looking past the surface, love's there that won't resurface
So, in cursive, I write this prose for you to notice
Second shots are limited, but you willing to coach it?
If so, cock the barrel and point it at me
If not, cock the barrel and point it at me