BKnitts - 4AM (Interlude) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Hook:

Rain pouring and its four a.m
Demons steady scratching at my door again
I really thought we sorted this
No more running I'm round hanging like an ornament
I've grown tired of changing up my coordinates

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I'm just an old soul that's stuck inside a young body
That's stuck inside a generation that's stuck up on these dumb hobbies
Magna Cum Laude, yet I'm smarter than the systematics
To be a cog you gotta take part in all these vicious habits
And that ain't like me. (Why?) Cuz I ain't like y'all. (Yeah)
And though it all might seem I'm a bit hyphy, know it's a libel
I'll wave it off like a tidal, then I'll clean it up with a Wypall
Y'all busy cramping my style, think I'll kill em with that Midol
Kiss the white balls, this ain't Tachikara tat
No volleyball attack, or golf it's rap- like all of y'all are trash
So I'm not not sorry not sorry that's a fact
Don't get it twisted, I adore you like a mahogany entrance
I lock em out the crib I dwell. Bars on lock like prison cells
Git em BKnitts give em hell. Those who know me know I will
Know I know nothing, nutty fool
Wait what is nothing, what is true?
If I know something, it wasn't school
Just molecules, so what is cool?

The steno notebook steady perched upon the night stand
With thoughts across the white pad got graphite right in my right hand
Write hands on action cuz this hand written is like capturing
Life and it's elements and there ain't no tellin when this flight lands

It might crash, from every stick and stone these people threw at me
Slight cracks in glass houses are amplified by scrutiny
Hijack every note to self and use it at my eulogy
My lifespan on the page, these swipes of graphite capture fluently

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Hook

You know where to find me

I ain't runnin