A.M. Pressive - Stories [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Verse 1)
There is a strange element compelling me
Mind over matter?
Shit, my mind done been mined away so my mind don't matter anyway
But I'm still matter that's madder than a mad hatter
Who's been blowin Os in Cheshire with a fat catter that chatters
Reciting those overused cliches that won't impress any day
The prophetic powers of allegories we live everyday
This Spit is Grimm
I will leave you bitter and dumped like a shitter
Grimace on your face when I sleep you with the poison I deliver

(Hook)
You like to think this life is like a fairy tale (fairy tale)
You blur what's real and fake until it's hard to tell (hard to tell)
You live to make believe when we know very well
You'll be back to selling stories until they sound our knell

(Verse 2)
I love the rump of steel skin
Firm as fuck, and still, I'll steal your kin
And lock that bitch up 'til we make the gold spin into platinum
Yeah, this shit is potent for which there is no antidote
Possess you with my tales of tails I got 'em as wet as a moat
I'll overwhelm any pussy like loose fur's been spelling me
Telling me I'm the big bad wolf in the world who flips the target from red to green
This ain't just some dream and if you ain't keen
I'll tell you, you won't wake back up cause beauty sleeping for eternity

(Hook)

(Verse 3)
I've never been one to mince words
Or scuffle 'round some shrubs
I am a black swan and you're just a bitter, ugly duck
So go ahead and pucker up you fucking sucker
The mirror waits to see your face to tell you I'm the illest one
Perched up high on a beanstalk
Don't even know that you're being' stalked
I came to claim the crown and reallocate all your hard earned stock
To myself, the rightful heir of such wealth
You'll crack and break just like an egg from the ether you've been dealt

(Hook)