WUMBO - WUMBO = Pound Cake Remix REC [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

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I ain't out here makin music cuz i got a good voice
I sip the beer and do it but this wasn't a choice
Its the only way i can seem to prove a point
So i stay hotter than the end of a joint
Harder than metal in coins
When you bite it you know its real
Got emcees shitting they loins
My tires peel i just keep on going
While the inks burnin the paper
Thc turns into vapor
The fumes got me coughin
Like i need an inhaler
When i crash its like i got no brakes
Pullin a trailer
They tell me i need to pray
To the lord and savior
But im to focused on today
And confused as to what comes later
Becoming one with nature
Vision of my goals narrow and red like a laser
Ask a hater if i do them a favor
I mashem like taters cook em with a tazer
Yall knew i was crazy
Now im only gettin insaner
Its all cuz of this dank weed
Cash rules everything they freeze
Sicker than gangreen skavies and mainstream
Stoned
Think im caught ina daydream
Maybe its because people ain't bein who they seem

Regardless i tarnish the hardest
So you privately talk shit
But this the line between private and sargent
Made man and target
Caveman and Charmin
Insane pennin this jargen
So i can afford an apartment
Lift off in a starship
Heat like this spit only from charred lips
You sound like you be dead on the carpet
OD'd on pills for penis enlargement
This carnage

(to my ex)
Aight that one was for them
This ones for you
Dont be confused girl i know you feelin it too
So much time spent thinkin bout when you were boo
That if i say that i dont miss you girl it isnt the truth
Some gotta think about they whole life
Before they touch the mic im kinda like
The same except my brain
Takes me back to the only possible wife
Ive ever encountered
Perscription over the counter
Not a minute pass in an hour
I ain't thinkin about her
Damn...

Now these beats i devour
But without her its pointless
Its losin its power
Like im sacrificing a virgin
While she gettin deflowered
Two lost stoners afraid like cowards
Runnin from being sober
One day its love the next day its over
Its like i got bit by a cobra
In the neck chest and shoulders
In no specific order its just me and the dojah
Livin check to check
Breath to breath
Step by step
I accept the death
Of something that wasn't ready to die yet
And i ain't even that high yet..