Andrew Huang - Caustic [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I got the soda
Caustic
I spit like a cobra
I got the soda
Sweet, but I don't mean the cola
Caught in my bola
Call me the chemical pagoda
You know the drill
Like I'm chill a La Mode
Until the coda

Song leaks like a battery
Acid freak in your jam space
Acrid beast devour the hands, face, and feet of the clock
‘til every hour is for steeping the pot
And I mean green tea in the spot
I’m keeping it hot
Like Beeblebrox reaching across
The ash pit for a pan galactic
To even the shots out drastic
Loosen up my verbal gymnastics
I gotta put a little note there with an asterisk
Saying even my fine print’s so fantastic, yo
Everything I kick is a classic
Like I’ve got Welles under my boots
Vain, horsing with Orson
Coming to shoot Kane
Like I’ve got wells under my boots
Walk on water, I won’t go there
Hell’s under my boots, I don’t care

Let me bring in the ride
Like it’s a garage
A symbol of speed
You can’t see it
Like it’s a mirage
M1, make a monster flip
Semi-auto automobile with oil sponsorship
Come on
Not buying it, eyeing it, maybe trying it
Cause with you and I in it
We could just fly a bit higher
But with compromises strewn
I’d be traumatized so soon
Could I still cauterize the wound
My will proper
But someone prophesies for doom
Thrill shopper and pill popper
Disguised in tune
Can’t get too far but I go too far