TP Fuego - High For Hours [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse 1:

Dear Mr President
I wrote this, verse for you
I hope somehow you get play this shit and hear my view
I was chillin', sippin' texting all these girls up in my phone
Until my nigga hit my phone like...
Where you at dawg?
I got some shit i wanna share with you
Hurry up dawg
I pull through, he rolls one, we started talking 'bout you
Like, does this nigga even care about us
Cos if you black and you lack the cheese
You can't lurk in the burbs 'less you cut the green
Or your mama in the scene cleaning up their cribs
How you got the system setup
Be fuckin up my niggas 
When you tryna get your bread up
They come and clip your wings
They telling us we need education
So we wake up in the morning
And we oucthea paper chasing
And i ain't talking 'bout the cheddar
I'm talkin 'bout diploma, they say that paper better
They tell you that you better off with a paycheck
Push that 9 to 5 'til you old with your gray hair
First you start at the bottom theen you will get there
While them white boys
Man them bitches living life!
But fuck that cos i know we gon bounce back
My nighas in the ville with their faith on thread
All their dreams getting crashed
So they lean on the gat and they rob a nigha fast like gimme your whip!
Gimme your shit
If i didn't rap, I'd be banging up clips
Yeah, cos what's the worst that could happen
25 to life? Man that shit is a blessing
Cos you ain't gotta worry 'bout your next meal, or a crib, or the cream or your gear
All you gotta do is clique up!

(And i ain't saying this shit with no disrespect though)

(Chorus)

This the typa shit that makes me wanna let go
To all my nighas in the ville we gotta stay strong
Come together roll a joint
Let us chill then grind mode
If you hear me curse me a lot
Well....lemme see
Profanity is the only way i keep my sanity
I need my energy but i can never get it cos i hardly sleep, i hardly eat, i hardly ever get to focus on my shit

Verse 2:

Second verse? Yeah...

I need bread, dead president
I need stacks, dead president
I need more money than i could ima-gine...
Shit, look...

I could rap about this
And I could rap about that
Well I could rap about chicks
But I'm so deep in debt
That these chicks don't even look back and that hurts
So I am writing this verse with hopes that you'll hear it
I told my momma wait on me, please
Don't you desert me
I wanna buy whatever you want cos you deserve it
But shit, life is a bitch and i ain't fuckin
The motherfucken system ain't set-up to see me busting
While your motherfucken friends in cabin' are outchea ballin'
They fuckin up my tax money
With my dream honeys
While I'm beggin on the man
Not to cut me off the payroll
Thinking to myself
I need more than what I'm paid now
So i
Grab the mic and speak my thoughts
I'm in my zone
The beat goes on
I roll a joint
And loose myself
In my thoughts
Oh my god
Not these suicidal thoughts again
I'm high again
Imma need some Heineken
All i ever wanted was a whip and crib
A wife and kids, a car for the trips we take
And enough money just to buy the shit we need
But that dream, is becoming obsolete
I'm on a leash, I can never reach my peaks
But fuck that!
The hunger is got me going beast
I feast on beats, my pen juh glides, so imma get that...
(Yoooow, did you hear what i said?)
I said all i ever wanted was a whip and crib
A wife and kids, a car for the trips we take
And enough money just to buy the shit we need
But that dream, is becoming obsolete
I'm on a leash, I can never reach my peaks
But fuck that!
The hunger is got me going beast
I feast on beats, my pen juh glides, so imma get that...

(Chorus)
This the typa shit that makes me wanna let go
To all my nighas in the ville we gotta stay strong
Come together roll a joint
Let us chill then grind mode
If you hear me curse me a lot
Well....lemme see
Profanity is the only way i keep my sanity
I need my energy but i can never get it cos i hardly sleep, i hardly eat, i hardly ever get to focus on my shit