Sighdafekt - Mowtown [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse 1:
Lonely kid in a Lonely city
Witty Petty Bonny and skinny
Felling Ghostly in a noisy town
Hope to be known, But not much goes down
So most Days are spent in a cold haze
In the Basement felling pity for what he faze
Only thing changing him is his own medication
Special dedication Building a new generation
Like a ticking Bomb waiting for Detonation
Stacking up the nation
Nobody got a Registration
Artist Pilling up nobody got enough
Can't make room for the new people to get a freaking cough
When they're Feature arrives the don't fucking stop
They die with a pen in they're hand so what?
Who said i can't be like that?
I just started my Spit stuff (spit spit Shit)
Clean city weird city cause no city is clean
I can clean it up and dirt it again nobody did a scene
Not enough to move me not enough to rock me
Not enough to move me Synced to the beat and clappi
Not enough to so call rock my body
My body is like a rock it can't be touched
But if you really want its can be clutched
Thoughts come out of it, felling spill out of it
And its so weird i never though ill rap and be so ignorant
And its so infinite and its so complicated
That this shit is not long and u still get a migraine from it
Man it freaking sucks, i rather go back to preschool and start from scratch
But they're probably smarter then me those little brats
Ill start writing the next verse cause this one is almost sober
Lets pass to the hook cause now this shit is over

Hook:
Mowtown lowtown
Trying to get home now
Tired of all these rappers thinking they can own now
Tired of everyone judging me, tired of them laughing at me
U wanna just shot me in the head and cry for me x2


Verse 2:
Props to you man for making it here
Either u like my shit or your computer got spilled with bear
Maybe i froze it. maybe i dozed it
Just to get some of your opinion a little doze of it
Just spread it on the table dawg'
I can take everything, for that I'm white trash
Short or stinky and can't give a crap
What u think about me, cause words don't hurt me
They're just words like i use right now
I can say everything in the world and it won't get enough off my time
I can spit every line, and go out with nothing but a dime
I can say osamma lumma dumma and that shit will be rhyme
Run out of paper, i write on my hand
Cause i can't remember all the rhymes in my brain
I should stop dissing myself my fans don't even like it
Actually i ain't got no fans i just dissed myself again how about it?
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