Bass Brothers - Bottom of a Cup [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
So I might lack the street cred’, I argue with a pencil
But how the Hell could you know everything that I've been through
It ain't much, I never said that it was
I do what I do and my reason isn't because
Hardly intrinsic, I don't think that I could stop it
Catastrophic, a bad habit better drop it
I'm hurting my image, but only building my rep
Everybody wanna stare, but I ain't missing a step
Sticking to the script, thinking I got the memo
Embarrassed. my third mixtape is my demo, let's go
Athletes, you crack me up like a thong
Not a girl scout cookie, but you can tag along
To the venue, maybe dap me up a concert
Not Mike Wazowski, but I'm an ink monster
I just want to spit, quit hiding the mic
Yeah the way I handle bars, it's like riding a bike

[Hook]
I need some pens and a pad of paper
Then a raw beat and a thousand acres
Cause if I'm one in a mil, then I'm coming to kill
I got a handle on my life but forgot my chasers
And I'm feeling kind of blind to noise
And I'm feeling kind of deaf to light
When I'm staring at the bottom of a cup
All I want to do is call you and make things right

[Verse 2]
Word to the critics, you can call me what you want
Leave your number chick but I ain't even calling once
Cause I'm hung up on my last girl, the one that I dated
A little over rated, maybe a little jaded
But what's heartbreak, I'm supposed to be insensitive
And not have feelings oh and not to mention it's
Getting to me and that I think about you
Cause I'm seeing myself in everything that you do
And it's getting a little harder, maybe a little water
Could drown out my sorrow but here comes tomorrow
I hated yesterday, that shit was like today
And now you know that I'm thinking about you everyday
Damn. how could I let that slip?
You said it couldn't work, we just needed practice
I guess I was hoping you would come back, shit
You were my Cinderella girl, but I'm the comeback kid

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I'll put a bullet in your bulletins, scream about a deadline
You won't meet a deadline until you fucking read mine
Ok let me get mine, swapping out my enzymes
Rapping about brain, asking if this is a headline
So I'm gonna spit on what you think
Because I'm rapping until I bleed nothing but some ink
I'm bubbling, suddenly everything is in front of me
All I can do is pray that nothing out there is hunting me
Honestly, I don't know if they get my jokes
They say that I'm excellent but not without the yolks
One of my songs just broke ten thousand
I'm on the A-Team but I don't dress like Alvin
Some girl just to hook up, kind of wish I knew her
She took a Big Gulp, how's that sound Bloomberg
I'm breaking records they like you gonna pay for it?
These labels need to Get Smart like agent 86

[Hook]