Sin7ven - Boxcutter [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Dashing outta bed I’m rather late for my classes
It’s pain in the ass I’d rather rather lay on my mattress
When a teacher ask a question I’m like Sway with the answers
Day to day in a trance his brain escaping to stanzas

Striding, with a beat in his headphones
Repeating steps leading beaten tedious dead roads
X don't mark the spot it tells you where to be
Selling ketamine and weed, - bet I'm settling my beefs

Steady stepping on his sheets, ready! Tekken on the streets
Any second on his knees, get him begging on a leash, please
I don't give a shit it's pretty clean and simple dawg
Y'all are mental if you really deem you fit the squad

Aww shit I made it in time
Evaded explaining em why I’m late and pacing, making up lies
The blatantly faking pagan reprobate in disguise
Wait, what was the class again? - Aight, I’ll have to ask a friend… Right?

[Hook]
I learned how to write pretty in cursive text
Burn a test and scientifically word a sext
Pioneer it, bite lyrics and serpent heads
The bio: I like titties and worship death

On my way to my wonderland
Head pressed against the desk, playing with the cutter, man
I hold the blade like a lover’s hand
I hold the blade like a lover’s hand

[Verse 2]
Tapping to clattering the shackle on my leg makes
Thinking ‘bout a magnum, put a black hole in my headspace
I’m just kidding though, and shit I’d skip the rigmarole
Like, pistols ain’t a thing I hold, I’d slit my throat before that

Forecast: pouring, storm chance more and rising up
Snorlax, in the back of the class, tired as fuck
Water dripping down the window that I sit beside
I’m mystified by distant lightning as the clock is killing time

And as the teacher yammers on I think of other things
Caught up my thoughts until she’s asking me how summer’s been
And I wanna try to seem discreet
So I lie between my teeth, like it was nice and peachy sweet

I don’t think she buys it, aight at least I tried it
Eyelids sliding down, lightning strike outside in violet
Despite of sound trying catch the light and color
Ask his silent lover why she always blurry, in a hurry

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Someone shakes me awake at lunchtime
Make my way to a table, I’m jaded, tongue tied
The kitchen prolly thinks we love the taste of dung flies
Aight... I’m a jolly ray of sunshine

Reflected off the blades of swung knives
Wonder what a cut away of our inhaling lungs like
‘S like I’m trying to juggle my internal organs
Fire in my belly, suffer nigh infernal torments

But beyond exaggeration
My attitude is bad in need of constant calibration
On that balance shaking act, stumble into class
Hands, fumble in my pants, cash crumpled in my hands

Mans trying to eyeball me, rhymes all he needed
Trying to kill my habits but they die hard, a phoenix
5 stars, high bars, by far the meanest
The style turns the Nile red and skies dark in Egypt