Black Kyle - 2019 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Alright, (laughs), um
Your toupee flip back
Get your wig split-cracked
I'm the father, son, daughter, and the motherfucking holy ghost
Seen you on the telly, but you never get my fucking vote
Bush did once and he ain't even have the fucking vote
Life is like a game but niggas never playing by the code
Life is like a game but niggas never paying shit they owe
Shout-out to the corporations, pray to god you take my soul
Shout-out to your punctuation, where the fuck did it go?
Where the hell is Michael Cera?
Somewhere where he don't belong
They changed the Hamburgler, how did it go so wrong?
William Boss Tweed, Franz Kafka on a sojourn
Smoking tree and burning weed, someone yelling Worldstar
Feeling kind of lonely, need some friends to burn off
Held up on myspace cause mom's turned my phone off
Reed Class of 2019, bring the Smirnoff
Living as a slave so these comments is my bird call
Fucked up my toe, tried to give my girl a phone call
Fucked up my toe, late night I'm all alone y'all
Oh damn, (laughs)