Zachh. - Wannabe [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
I come up they hear me
I say what's up and that's enough
For them to think I'm older than I really am
I don't have a fan, what's the point of this music?
I write it down on the paper cause I lose it
Who the hell am I?
I'll tell you before I lie
I'm a kid but what did this other one say about me?
They say I'm a damn wannabe!
And I hate that
I'm a little boy who won't be as good as Nas, Webby, Shady
But it takes time
And I rise
Hell, I shine
But fine with you it is fine with I
Goodbye with my rhyme
Everything falls into place
I made a private album called Ace
Then came Stuck In Traffic
Both classics
I wrote down probably the best words there
So now I'm here with my paper and pen
The plural get me a stapler
I ran out of rhymes
Reuse, reduce, recycle
This kid's selling my boys bicycle
Growing up listening to rock
And living my life with Marshall
My favorite music here: Rap
But I hate, oh dear!

[Chorus]
I hate
When the guys say I'm in the wrong state
Making the wrong music and calling it a loser
They're all just an abuser to music
They were supposed to appreciate!
Nope!

[Verse 2]
I freaking hate pop
When I hear it say stop
Turn it off
It's the same thing every time
"I love you, you don't love I"
God I'm sick of this crap!
I stick to rap!
Where we actually try
All you talk about shit
If it sounds weird for me to swear deal with it
Let it wear
Have you ever hung out with a bunch of teens?
Exactly. So be keen
Don't be peein' on my lyric sheets
Grow up eat your beats
I hate when they say I ate crap
Falling off a trampoline
It's like a triple beam balance
It's all but me
I gotta wrap it up soon before I get mean
Ah who cares it's not a dare
I just want you to all stare
I admit it, I like attention
But not the type that makes me go in detention
Second verse man it's the second section
We better move soon to the third amendment

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Captain's Cove pulling up to the harbor
I took my phone out and wrote lyrics on the starboard
Anything gives me help even cardboard
But force makes us sink "quick get the wood oars!"
Make a beat man that's my least favorite part
So producing isn't something I'd wanna start
If it's a bad rhyme, quit being a nark
On your mark, get set, go
So who the hell's gonna stop the kid at the front of the room
Serving you up raps, like you fold me in a saloon
Baboom!
Check the damn menu
Pieces! Pieces!
I'm just a kid freaking look at my braces
Took my iPhone 4 from my brother, oh look at these cases
I have a lot, not too much in my basement
I Wrap up the rap in the wrap oh encase it
Hittin' like Jeter, hit the base, base lit
Making metaphors confusing, do you get shit?
Let me bring you to the chorus in a little bit
In a little bit
1, 2, let's go!

[Chorus x2]

[Bridge x2]
If you get sad
Don't be mad
Do anything you can
Listen to your band
I hate when they say I'm a wannabe
They're just jealous cause they can't do this like me
So I'm sick don't you see?

[Spoken]
I'm not trying to be Eminem, I'm not trying to be Kanye West
I'm not trying to be any rapper out there
I do this stuff alone, I don't steal lyrics
And if I do, I credit them!
I'm not a wannabe, I'm all original
I produce, I write, I do everything!
(Chorus starts. Speaking overlays)
So, if you don't think I'm doing this right
Then just don't listen to me
Simple as that

(Chorus finishes)